The first time I saw the wave rise above, I underestimated it. It won’t touch us, I thought. We’re too far, too high, too fast. Then I saw it pick up the SUV driving on the road in front of […]
Perhaps the lack of words is a reflection of the emptiness. Not inside, but around me. Emptiness in the repeated faces, the repeated act of moving from one moment of tuned happiness to the next. …
the evidence is in the way I loved you. the way I lose myself in the flurry, the words settling around us like styrofoam flakes in an agitated snow globe. Distance does little, and time is just …
"Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm …
People stop for you in Halifax, when you're on the side of the road contemplating the perfect moment to jump out into the middle of the road and jaywalk. They stop their cars mid-traffic and …
Late last week, 3 young Muslim-Americans were murdered execution style by their neighbor over what mass media would like us to accept as a dispute 'over parking'. Ignoring the fact that the killer, Craig Stephen …
Visible minorities, immigrants understand the plight of the Natives. When you're an outsider, hip hop is your anthem. Peace to the fashion police, I live my heart on my sleeve.\ Photo by Egor Khomiakov
Paths that lead to cross roads seem particularly urbane. I travel the changing terrain, hugging curves to keep from getting pulled away with the rush of the current eager to pick a side. Thoughts penetrate the …
I heard an interview on the the CBC's Tapestry today featuring a Canadian documentary photographer (Louie Palu) whose work is based mostly on his time capturing photos in war zones, focusing on those 'difficult to photograph' subjects. (Afghan …
In an attempt to resume the life-saving act of daily writing, I'll be starting a two week writing challenge. I'll make up the rules as I go since I wasn't able to find any online …
