“what day she was born,” by Julia on her bed

Saturday September 29, 2018
11:18pm
5 minutes
The World’s Oldest Person
Elizabeth Onusko

i’m doing that thing where I’m waiting for the first of the month to come again. permission to be bad until then. permission to be born anew and with readiness.
goodbye bad choices and to a cruel time user.goodbye to avoidance and laziness. goodbye to an empty fridge and full days of not leaving the fridge. and full days of
not leaving the house. and full.

“please take my advice” by Sasha on the 99 Bus


Wednesday October 8, 2014
5:56pm
5 minutes
from a man’s t-shirt

The tree outside my house is on fire
Yellow
Red
Glowing sunshine and change
The squirrel followed me here
This new (not so new) place
The squirrel stops and looks and runs and looks
The arbutus shakes my spirit like a tambourine
The arbutus sheds her bark like I wish I knew how
It’s cold in the morning
You light a fire
You flick the switch
You fill the kettle with water and I wait for it to boil
I curl my toes
Like bark
I breathe a sigh of relief that time is here
That now is here
That it’s October and sometimes I see familiar faces
You make my tea and you bring it to me while I try to meditate on the grey cushion
The tree outside my house teaches me about letting go
And the sage I burn teaches me about smoke
and longing
And you teach me about love
Every day
Every autumn
This
Our third one
We fall in Fall and in falling we open and in opening we live our fullest beauty.

“2009” by Sasha at Thom and Shelagh’s kitchen table


Tuesday, July 9, 2013
11:49pm
5 minutes
From a stamp in the sidewalk cement

In 2009 he finally remembered the words to A Case Of You. He wrote them on a cocktail napkin and slid it along the bar to the woman with curly hair and a nose that reminded him of Leonard Cohen. She read it aloud, to his surprise. She had a French accent and he liked how the words sounded like butter and satin. “I would still be on my feet,” she looked up at him and smiled. He thought about the children they would have and how he would keep her a secret from the people (his brother, his brother’s partner Vincent) that would tell him it wouldn’t work out in the long run, he shouldn’t get too invested. He preferred hundred metre dashes. He bought her a bourbon sour. She took out the straw and folded it inside itself creating a circle. She was visiting. She would be back in Paris in October. He ordered them a charcuterie board and a selection of local cheeses.