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 …
At the Guggenheim a couple of years ago, I saw an exhibit that I can still see in my mind. It was a city, the size of a whole room, made up of plastic and …
I think we all just want to bring something new to the table. I'm writing this in the dark, and the keys on my macbook are sticking with memories and comically unforgiving. They memorize my …
the writing has taken a lull in the past few weeks. Despite the many changes, the events (both inner and those happening in the world) that have tugged at my insides, the words have been …
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents …
I know that the heart of life is good. I realized this the next day, once the wave had finally passed, leaving behind a smooth finish like those of pebbles caught in the chaos of oceans. …
“On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips …
