on why

“Why do you keep doing it?” It being: singing, writing songs, writing poetry, trying to get gigs, putting oneself out there when the indifferent world groans from the weight of over-saturation. Excuses: Look hard enough and someone, somewhere, has already voiced my thought or written that melody or used that chord progression. Someone always beats…

on freelancing

A year ago I left my old job (that I loved). I was just starting to explore career paths other than music, so you’d think I was crazy to be disrupting what is already a scattered and bizarre resume. I had no idea where I’d end up. I took phone interviews from everyone: tech giants,…

on decades

Ten years ago, tonight to be exact, my life changed forever. I was a recent college graduate, slumping through evening classes for a Master of Arts in Women and Gender Studies, struggling to find a job in the looming economic crisis of 2008-2009. Apparently there’s not a big market for straight A girls with no…

on duality

I woke before dawn on Thanksgiving to start my shift. By the time I logged on, a thermos of coffee had been brewed and my omelette was done. On these early winter days I prefer to sit by the sliding patio door rather than head to my basement office. While the latter would provide me…

on routine

Every day I used to leave for work and drive past a man walking his husky. It’s an equanimous vision of morning communion, out of place on potholed Quebec, out of place beside drive-through liquor stores and subsistence desperation. He was always in sweats, the dog always larger than life with haunches rolling beneath a…

on humor(s)

I inhale the pungent ambrosia the brackenwater of your deathly loins. My pulse quickens against bolts of ceremonial lace and you will reach the ecstasy of the trite. Funereal, they said, your humor.

on falling

Your immensity and my diminuition  are not mutually exclusive. I, by nature of existing as this tiny blip, a mere speck, a smudge, a spot, an ant, a period. I, by nature of existing create your necessity. You need my tiny toes as much as I need your tumbling miles of stone. Formed in a…