“Hitchhiking” by Julia on Jessica’s couch

Monday January 1, 2018

10:38pm

5 minutes

Trek: A Publication of Alumni UBC

Have you ever hitchhiked? Have you ever held out your best thumb and thought, I might die trying to get myself from this roadside to, I don’t know, say, Philadelphia? I’ve never done it. I would be the kind of person who makes the other person nervous because I’d be so awkward. I also think I’m afraid of being kidnaped by the wrong person. The kind of person who’s been driving back and forth on dirt roads looking for the most naive person to steal. I used to think I could ask anyone for a ride. But then again you don’t hear too many stories about the bad-lucked girl who invited herself into a murderer’s pick up truck. I mean, you hear those stories, but by then it’s too late.

“I’m superstitious” by Julia on bec’s balcony


Sunday July 16, 2017
2:19am
5 minutes
the Artist’s Way
Julia Cameron


Sarah won’t let me walk under the ladder.
She stops the street with her
loud.
I laugh.
I don’t care about anything like
this.
She cares.
She doesn’t need any more bad luck these days.
We don’t worry about stepping on cracks.
Our mothers’ backs are much too strong for that.
On the street we move into the wind slowly.
I have to remember to snail down to enjoy it.
My feet are always trying to take me somewhere quickly.
They might be showing off their stride.
I could stop more to take in all the alley mattresses left behind.
I could snap a photograph to keep a memory like that.
Sarah believes in a mustard yellow cozy that one day, if nothing else, I hope she gets in spades.
Sarah doesn’t ask for much.
But she deserves all the kitchen mugs on their tiny hooks.
And a little peace.

“living in the ordinary world” by Julia at her desk


Thursday April 13, 2017
8:58am
5 minutes
From a Way of the Heart info sheet

we show up to life sometimes jaded
sometimes living in the ordinary world
after living somewhere else with better windows
our windows here are covered in fingerprints
and year old messages birthed from
a New Year’s resolution
that we were too afraid to erase
our windows are as guarded as our hearts
which is to say
we haven’t drawn the blinds in ages
to exist in this place where
the sun rises each morning
no matter how shy
and sets each evening
no matter how bright
we must become fluent in gratitude
thank the stars for breathing us into belief
thank our mothers for smiling love into our bones
thank our fathers for being fathers when they could have been
anything else
thank our health for holding us
thank our souls in this life
for reminding us why we chose each other
in the first place

“$1.6 million in prizes” by Julia on the 99


Monday April 10, 2017
6:42pm
5 minutes
from the sign on Mac’s Convenience

Jenna turns 19 and buys her first lottery ticket
she’s going to open up her own hair salon with those sitting hair dryer hoods and everything
The banner flapping in the wind says “$1.6 million in prizes!” and Jenna needs to go after any chance that presents itself
she phones Zach from the parking lot and tells him that she just got a sign from God
Zach tells her to buy two tickets because he feels lucky for some reason too
Zach always feels lucky when he’s spending Jenna’s money

“#BESTOFVAN” by Julia at Starbucks


Wednesday July 13, 2016 at Starbucks
6:55am
5 minutes
from a sign on a newspaper box

A couple of us decided we were going to sneak into the Kits pool and I was trying to work up my nerve. Casey and Alison had their trust funds to use if they got caught, but what did I have? Two pennies and a stick? A lighter filled with pocket lint? I told them I was having second thoughts and they both stood there on the sidewalk howling at the sky, trying to get me to cave. I can’t do this you guys, I said, I’m not lucky enough to pull this off. Alison rolled her eyes back in her skull. You think I have a golden horseshoe up my ass or something? I don’t know, I told her, I’m sure you could buy one if you needed to. Casey grabbed my shoulders and stared me straight in the eye. We don’t want to do this without you, she said, but we will if you’re not okay with it. But know this, you will be missing out. I felt like I was being bullied into a licking a frozen lamp post in the dead of winter.

“I met my first savant 52 years ago” By Julia on the A train


Saturday, August 1, 2015
3:30am
5 minutes
http://blogs.scientificamerican.com

I didn’t want to meet him. I wasn’t really in the position of meeting someone outside my own brain let alone someone outside my own comfort zone. I tried to be sweet but I came off as this precious little bitch with an agenda and a superiority complex. He was kind. He played me the song he wrote on his banjo and asked me if I thought if sounded genuine enough. I couldn’t lie to him so I told him it sounded like heaven and I wished he’d never stopped to ask me about something I was clearly already thinking about. I hate when people push their shit on you. I didn’t really know sweetness. What I knew was that he cared about my opinion and what I knew was that he didn’t actually need to hear what my true one was. That should have been enough of a warning sign but I stuck around anyway. I waited till he sent me a photo of him wearing army pants to call it off.

“She expected me to be in jeans” By Julia in Brooklyn


Friday, July 31, 2015
2:17am
5 minutes
from Sasha’s transcriptions

As if to say I had already fucked everything up for everyone, she looked straight down her nose at me and slightly shook her head. Not a full shake. Just enough to really shame me and make me wish I hadn’t needed to even come. Stevie was on the other side of the lounge and she was sending over her best “Sorry, Delia” eyes. I think at one point she mimed tightening a noose around her neck out of solidarity but even she knew she had no idea what hell I was in. Stevie happened to meet one of the suitors who liked her care-free, dress-code breaking, entirely beautiful, but way too young looking face and had told the monitor that Stevie was free to remain as she was. I on the other hand didn’t get so lucky.

“but it’s not very elegant” by Sasha at the UBC library


Monday November 10, 2014
12:32pm
5 minutes
overheard on Strada Maggiore

My mama’s got red hair. She’s the luckiest you know. Red hair makes her lucky. She’s the one that always wins those draws, you know those draws that they give ya at the grocery store and stuff? She wins every single one she enters! In fact, she had to stop entering because she felt bad for everyone else! We got to go on a cruise in the Caribbean because of her red-headed luck! She doesn’t play the lottery, because it’s against the religion, right, but, like I think, why not just do it! Give some of the winnings to charity and then buy us a bigger house and some nice ham! For Easter! OR, not just for Easter – for regular Sunday lunch! My lucky mama. She wears those shell barrettes, you know?

“But we will judge you.” by Julia at her kitchen table


Monday July 28, 2014
11:40m
5 minutes
from www.winnipegpoetryslam.wordpress.com


She had a beautiful accent and I fell in love with her voice before I ever saw her face. I was lucky then. Oh I was so lucky my friends used to joke about me having a horse shoe jammed right up my ass. But the difference between me and some of those other lucky ones is that I know damn well how lucky I am. Maybe it was even just luck that the first time I got to listen to her it was at a poetry reading where she read the prose of her favourite poet. It’s luck when you get to hear something as intimate as a confession. That’s what I heard when she spoke and I could understand her. I could see her. I don’t think I ever saw anything after that that mattered as much as her.

“BIG NEWS!” By Sasha at her kitchen table


Friday January 24, 2014
5:49pm
5 minutes
From a nondescript newspaper

Cassiopeia says she’s got “big news!” Turns out she scored big down at the Storage Unit Auction on Princess St. She’s been addicted to those things since the 80’s. You know the ones? Well, if you don’t pay your payments then those owners have the right to sell all of your stuff. All of your things that you’ve been paying to store there! I always scoff at her, saying, “Cass, you better not dip into your retirement fund of you’ll be asking to come and live with me before you know it!” She knows I’m only half kidding. Lucille said that she must’ve spent almost all of Kenneth’s Life Insurance on those things. And then she comes in today, she comes into the kitchen and looks at the tuna sandwiches like she’s too good for them! “What’s with you?” I say. And she says that she’s got “big news!”!! “What is it?” I say. “I bid on a storage locker that had boxes of crap…” “And…?” I say. “And a Rolls-Royce!” Who even knew a car could fit in one of those things.

“at own risk” by Sasha at her desk


Saturday, September 28, 2013
7:04pm
5 minutes
Alligator Party Rental form

“You’re a very lucky girl, Rachel,” he says, “I don’t think you know how lucky you are.” And she does… But she doesn’t. She does in her candy floss brain. She doesn’t in her crumpled newspaper heart. Rachel made a sculpture out of clay of a woman on her back, legs lifted high. “What is that?” her mother asked. “A woman,” said Rachel. “What in God’s name is she doing?” her mother squeaked. “She’s getting ready to give her daughter an airplane ride,” Rachel sighed, looking out the window of the station wagon and thinking how she so wished Mrs. Rosa was her mother. Mrs. Rosa wore pink lipstick and plaid pants. Mrs. Rosa’s first name was… Annette. Rachel had never heard such a beautiful name. Mrs. Rosa knew how to make meringues and how to shoot a three-point-shot on the basketball court. “Rachel!” her mother hooted, “are you even listening to me?” Rachel imagined rolling her mother into a ball of plasticine and throwing her across the corn field.

“that yellow horseshoe,” by Julia at Sambuca Grill


Saturday, August 31, 2013
6:25pm at Sambuca Grill
5 minutes
Talking With…
Jane Martin


Randi used to bet all her savings at the track. Told her mother she was going to the “library” and that she’d be home by 6. Usually she’d carry a couple books with her in her back pack to prove herself if she were ever asked about it. Her mother never asked about it. Her mother didn’t care much for reading and learning anyway, but something told Randi she’d have a few words to say about her gambling. Might have been the fact that her father was a dirty better and used to take Randi with him to the track, calling her his “lucky horseshoe” because when she was with him he never lost a single race. Randi probably had some unresolved abandonment issues about her father and could easily explain to anyone why she went to the track and why she practically threw away her money each time, but she wasn’t really “dealing” with the pain yet and had no real intentions to. Randi was quiet for the most part, but when she was watching those horses you could swear she was a completely different person; yelling with reckless abandon at each horse, at her horses, at the man announcing the race. Some “professionals” might even say Randi was trying to get her aggression out at her father, yelling in random directions just hoping one man hears her.

“PARK HERE” by Julia at Sambuca Grill


Thursday, January 17, 2013
5:14pm
5 minutes
The parking lot sign at College and Bathurst

Oh hi, nice to meet you, I’m at a loss for words.
Thought there would be an explanation for the greatness in friends that I have accumulated over the years.
No.
So I have no words.
Just being taken in by the silence and stillness of generosity, actually, if you must know. If you must not, then now you do and sorry I’m not sorry. A little, I am, but not for that. For that I am glad. Here you go. You should know what love feels like when it comes off the back of a selfless person.
It slides into you like lightening. Like an ice-cream cone melting in the mid-August heat. It just hits you, gets all over your clothes, your hands, your heart, what have you. It reminds you of something that squirrels probably know about but are hoarding way up in the trees so no one else can get their paws on it.
If you’re meeting me for the first time, this is what I would say to you. Not in words, remember, I’m speechless and kind of grateful for the pressure being lifted off my tongue to save lives and enter into a realm where responsibility is attached to my thoughts. I won’t say it, but I’d hold up a cue card with a picture of a girl’s face, you may know her, and underneath with one word that reads “soul-sister.” You don’t have to understand why she is, but she is, so just understand that she is in a way that makes me call her it. Who else would I call that?
Never had a sister growing up. She represents all the friends that became family. All the sisters that I have because I never was lucky enough to have them through blood.