Sunday November 15, 2015
from the Union Gospel Mission calendar
Karen sat patiently by the phone willing it to ring and wishing that it had already. She had, earlier that week, applied to be a member of Neighbourhood Watch and was told that all successful applicants would be contacted by Friday at the very latest. Karen didn’t have anything else particularly pressing to do since she fell ill two months back. She wanted to fill her time with meaningful activities since she wasn’t fit enough to return to the grocery store. Emirel said she might have overextended herself there anyway, coming into help stack and pack when she wasn’t even scheduled to work. Karen wanted to do something other than tend to the plants she had been growing in her laundry room. She didn’t think she’d have a very strong harvest the first time around, especially because she had been relying on various youtube videos to teach her how to grow a crop of marijuana properly. Karen got bored easily. She wanted to have at least two things to watch, if she could help it.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
From the back of a postcard
Kiss me quick dear
before this feeling disappears dear
before the urge to have you is gone before the magic of this spell is worn
kiss me quick dear
before someone else comes in dear
before we’re caught in the heat of the moment
before we’re made to feel aware
kiss me quick dear
before the lilacs bloom dear
before the lilacs die before the lilacs are picked
kiss me quick dear
before the water boils over dear
before stillness turns into something we can’t turn back
Sunday, June 7, 2015
From a sign on Queen’s Quay
He worked in one of those giant lobbies, his shiny desk the only fixture in the entire space. From the outside his place of employment was like a fish bowl: glass windows all around, anyone looking in whenever they wanted to, the room itself encasing a slab of marble and a couple sparse plants. He had been trying to figure out just what exactly made him so damn anxious everyday about going to work; about sitting in his fish bowl. It wasn’t the fact that he was completely visible and couldn’t risk doing his alone behaviour. He did whatever he wanted without hesitation. It was something else. Perhaps the feeling of intense loneliness mixed with the artificial comfort of being the most important thing in a room.
Sunday December 28, 2014
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Ann hasn’t spoken to anyone for a month. She smells like cat food. Her toenails are long. She might consider waxing her above lip fuzz. Ann picked Jeffrey in the Secret Santa draw and it sent her right over the edge. It went a little bit like this:
1. Ann wears a blue sweater and Jeffrey says, “Nice sweater, Annie. Really brings out your eyes.”
2. Ann vomits in the Handicapped Bathroom. Melinda knocks and knocks and Ann feels so guilty because Melinda really is handicapped and isn’t hiding from anyone, she just needs to pee.
3. Ann sits at her desk and bites her fingernails so low that they bleed.
4. “Secret Santa Draw at 1pm! Meet in the Conference Room” says the e-mail. Ann deletes it.
5. “Annie, aren’t you coming for the draw? Last year I got these earmuffs!” says Jeffrey. Ann lets him drag her to the draw, in the conference room. She placed scotch tape on her fingertips to stop the bleeding. “Why are your fingers wearing hats?” asks Jeffrey.
6. She reaches her hand into the santa hat, terrified one of her bloody finger beanies is going to slide off and then someone will pick it and everyone will wonder why and how and if she is clinically insane.
7. JEFFREY – in black block letters. Her armpits feel like Niagara Falls, her teeth are chattering. She notes Melinda, her hand plunging into the red and white and runs for the handicapped bathroom once again.