Fingers fly like chorus line legs and words emerge from abstract eggs of thought; instructions the machine is keen to obey time disappears in the moment of flow Twirling like dancers on comfortable chairs legs wither while the mind dithers between airy construction and the pragmatic way Whole realms appear by the terminal’s glow Voices like […]
When the girl at the bus stop died I thought it was over for us. I’d been waiting for the right moment to speak to her and it seemed then that I had missed my chance. I ran to her, hoping for some sign of life, some sign that I love you might still matter. […]
Against the advice of my betters, I did a cover for Thrum on Inkshares. What do you think? Leave a comment here, or even better, over there.
I’ve been down the long highway to La Scie when it’s walled by snow so high the great yellow grader needs a bucket with holes so the snow won’t stop it dead When snow piles around the plant not like a blanket but like a berm of earth laid round a Roman encampment for protection […]
Harvested from ye olde voice notes: The engine roars and water drips off the back of a tractor trailer as it tips up a hill on the Baie Verte highway and I think this is what it looks like when you don’t have the product, when the product isn’t there Fish spill into an empty bucket […]
Something I wrote a long while back. I’ve got half a dozen hooks for an anthology along these lines, but for now it’s just this slightly unsatisfactory tale and a couple of weak starts. I reserve the right to refurbish, revoke, and republish this someday, but for now it’s time to just air it out. The static is deafening […]
Something I’ve been working on for a while. The idea of a tunnel under the Cabot Strait is compelling to me; it has an attraction that the shorter version under the Strait of Belle Isle does not, largely because it doesn’t require a 27-hour drive to get there. St. Paul Island is real, and is […]