“not even debate” by Julia in her bed

Friday October 12, 2018
11:06pm
5 minutes
From a quote by Richard Wolff

why are all the midnights mad at me? no fight, no debate, jury’s never left. what did I do? to a family of twinkling possibility. what twisted corner did I take? today they gave me discernment. never a straight answer out of anybody. I don’t want to let them think I’m too afraid to notice what’s going on here. I don’t want
them to know how much I need them to change their minds.

“cleared of misconduct” by Sasha on the couch in Mississauga


Tuesday December 23, 2014
11:34am
5 minutes
from The Telegraph
December 22, 2014


Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, today I’m here to tell you about a man. He’s not a hero. He’s not a villain. He’s a man. A simple man. A man who often forgets to drink enough water. A man who shovels the driveways of everyone on his street before the sun’s even risen, before anyone knows that it’s snowed. Before you is a man that’s been dealt a tough hand, a hand that has begged more of him than our hands have begged of us. I want you to close your eyes. I want to think of yourself at twenty three. Maybe you smoked cheap cigarettes. Maybe you were in love with your first real girlfriend or boyfriend. Maybe it was the first time you didn’t get home for Christmas… I want you to think about how you dreamed then, how you felt about war, how you liked your coffee.

“wrongfully convicted of murder” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Wednesday August 6, 2014
12:18am
5 minutes
Blog TO

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, or, should I say, chosen ones of each racial and socio-economic group that represent this diverse and yet still prejudiced city. Ladies and gentlemen, look at this man. Look at his face. You might be thinking to yourself, “That is the face of a killer… Look how sullen he is, how forlorn, look how he rarely makes eye contact, how he mutters to himself… That is the face of a killer!” Look closer. Look beyond the bad haircut (sorry, Pete). Look for the lifetime of suffering, for the abuse, for the abandonment. Pain is easily dressed in robes of anger or fear, but it’s pain. Don’t fall victim to that blind man’s bluff. It’s pain, ladies and gentlemen. It’s pain there, that you see, on Pete Mathieson’s face. Did you know that by the time Pete was three, he’d been in seven different foster homes? Did you know that he was abused by an older foster brother… twice? Did you know that he is an insomniac and rarely gets more than an hour sleep a night? Now, look at that face…