Love You Like Suicide
LOVE YOU LIKE SUICIDE is a creative non-fiction e-book novella I wrote, published by FIERCE INK PRESS. Part of the proceeds go to benefit youth at Heartwood Centre, an awesome organization in Halifax that works within the […]
Jo
The Young Adult Years: Someone Got Their Head Kicked In
GG Allin is writhing around on a bed of broken glass on stage and screaming about his penis but none of us are paying any attention to him. K and I just got back from a visit to the bathroom […]
The Young Adult Years part deux
1 Chevy milk truck, 1 5-member punk rock band, 3 roadies(?), assorted other tag-a-longs some for a while, some for the long haul, some socks that stink like death. cheese death. we hang them from the outside mirror and the […]
Punk Saved My Life
Next month I have a creative non-fiction short coming out, Love You Like Suicide. It will be e-pubbed by FIERCE INK PRESS and I’ll post more details here when I have them. It was a very difficult piece for me […]
Twenty nine
I was just walking the dog along the first part of the trail, the one that follows the back harbor and looks out across the water onto red barns and rolling fields and makes me feel like I really do […]
Penelope, and some other stuff
Odysseus is my favourite hero in all of Greek mythology. Actually the rest of them kind of piss me off. Theseus, Perseus, beef-witted Ajax, Paris who is a self-centered ass, and Achilles who is a great big douche. I’m quite […]
Magick
When each of my kids was young I would take them for long hikes carried in a Bjorn or an Ergo baby sling up hills and down, and through woods and along streams. And even before they had learned how […]
The Young Adult years (1984 or thereabouts)
I got my first tattoo because a six foot six inch transsexual hooker named Destiny told me to. Well to be fair, she told me and my best friend K that it would be totally cool if we both had […]
Blanketed
When I use this expression I don’t necessarily mean it as a comforting sort of image. It’s not Linus and that scrap of fabric he carried around with him; the one that transformed into a weapon or a cape or […]
The He(art) of Letter-writing
I just received a letter yesterday. There’s nothing like getting a letter. It carries more weight, more meaning, the envelope crackles, the stamps are colorful. I suppose I get a thrill from an inbox message but it’s not the same, […]