“Yet as quickly as the idea came to me,” by Julia at her studio

Wednesday November 6, 2019
2:50pm
5 minutes
Water, Water Everywhere
Ariana Conrad

There was a song on the tooth of me
this morning as I flew myself down
a red clay hill and in the acid moon
dust there was a high like no other
it rang on it did and then was gone
but not before it tripped the tongue
into playing out for all the birds
to hear. The song was a good reminder
of the only things that matter and
it had no words so what does that
say to you in a place where ideas are
wearing words as party hats
A celebration of the dream still living
and the flying flying down the steepest
slide you ever did cycle on
so deep and down and fast and good that
your shoulders dislocated from their
sockets and flung you from sleep most
dramatically
The song that was left singing on
the edge of a smile ready to burst
forth from the lips was a tune no
recording would ever fossilize and
so the moment and all its clever
wanderings was made whole simply
by resting into it and holding what
was left to dissolve there on the tongue

“a moment of time” by Julia at her desk

Tuesday April 23, 2019
9:00pm
5 minutes
Stepbrothers
Don Shewey

This, my love, is for you: I want to acknowledge your life. What a great gift. Isn’t that funny, that even on your birthday, you are still the one giving? I love you. I want to say that first in case I run out of time. I LOVE YOU! I wanted to yell that once so you could hear it all the way where you are. Where are you now? Taking a moment out of time and stringing it on a long chain to wear around your neck? You could do that. I think you could do anything. If I were there I’d say this to you, but hearing it so many times would get old. Here’s a good place to make a joke about age but I actually don’t find that funny at all. I find it inspiring. I’m so glad you are growing and knowing and finding yourself inside. What’s to laugh at about that? I’m not saying no laughter, cause let’s be real, your perspective is never boring. It’s perfectly dark. Perfectly edgy. Perfectly you. Happy birthday! I love you. Ah see, I would never run out.

“Know this place?” by Sasha in Mississauga

Friday September 29, 2017
2:40pm
5 minutes
from google maps

He leers and I lurch and we move
And I say
Back off
Step away
Give space

I am my own protector
I am my own
Owning the air between
Old world and new future

The void is thick
But the music is loud
And that helps
That helps

So many faces
From the yesterday seasons
Stepping in time to the drum
I’m tired
And I’m glad

When that snake spoke
I fell but quick quick
I stood and there I was
In and outside of myself
There I was

Happy Birthday To Us!

Today these five minutes is celebrating 5 YEARS of dipping, 5-minute writes, process over product, and of course, a daily writing practice that strengthens us and keeps us showing up.
Thank you for reading and sharing and writing alongside us. We are grateful for this community.
To many, many more!

To celebrate, these five minutes will be hosting their first Vancouver writer’s workout this Saturday, November 5, 2016. Details below! A few spots still available! 


love,
Sasha and Julia

“that you already know and like.” By Julia at her dining table


Monday February 22, 2016
9:11pm
5 minutes
gnoosic.com

I am having a party
putting up balloons
decorating the whole house with streamers
and pictures
to celebrate the journey
to congratulate for not giving up
giving away loot bags at the end of the night
filled with moments of strength
examples of accepting imperfection
honesty
some vulnerability tossed in for good measure
I am inviting all my past selves
Like a reunion
But better
I will tell them
DRESS CODE IN EFFECT
And they will show up
wearing their sorrys
and their lessons
on their sleeves
carrying abundance and respect
in each jean pocket
I am saying farewell to fear
Sending her off on vacation
Killing three birds with one stone
honouring growth
A goodbye party for that which no longer serves me
And a good excuse to celebrate
Because the hill was high
but I’ve climbed it

“His name is Luke.” by Sasha at Kitsilano Park


Saturday July 11, 2015
5:59pm
5 minutes
Overheard at Higher Grounds

His name is Luke. I bake him a blackberry rhubarb pie. I make the crust with cold butter. I cut it in with two knives. James Taylor plays on the stereo. The sun is high. The lake calls like a crow but I don’t listen. I grate in lemon zest and I mix the filling with my hands, staining them purple, staining them lovely.
His name is Luke. It’s his special day. Not a birthday, quite. Not a promotion, really.

When the pie’s out of the oven and the iced tea is brewed, I light candles. Luke is taking a shower.

Before we clink forks and take a bite, Luke says, “Thank you for this celebration. It’s just what I’ve needed.” We eat, quiet except for “ooh’s and ahh’s”. Betsy stops by with the pills he’s supposed to take before he goes to sleep. I cut her a slice. I watch her eyes close as she chews.

“FEAST” by Sasha at Thom and Shelagh’s kitchen table


Monday, July 1, 2013
4:13pm
5 minutes
FEAST
Nigella Lawson


When you aren’t sure what to make, dig out your grandmother’s recipe box. Each rectangular, lined, piece of card-stock paper is dotted with chocolate icing, splatters of beef jus, a piece of shredded cheddar cheese, a tomato sauce thumbprint. Find the recipe for what you used to ask for for your birthday between the ages of twelve and sixteen, that time when you were hazy with the new knowing of yourself and couldn’t see beyond the tip of your nose. You really knew what you wanted then. That was clear. You’d ask for a feast, a spread of epic proportions. You knew you deserved that level of celebration.