Katrineholm — One should be grateful. Grateful for the late evening sunshine, yellow and lovingly caressing, for the sough in the trees, that soft, dancing sound of shivering aspen leaves, for voices and laughter in the background, they carry so well over water, Grateful for times like these. I’m sitting in a rickety, weathered chair, on a jetty so loosely tethered that every movement in this little lake cre...
Saskatoon — I was lost in the land of Chronos. The land that stretches out before you like a prairie road dotted with emails and meetings and appointments. The road is straight and narrow. If you move too quickly...
New york — A friend of mine was clearing out his roof deck and followed a bunch of these to see where they led and they led to nothing. I guess there’s a reason they’re called cable installers. It’s just like th...
Portland — I have detected a new phenomenon, a ripple in the waves of Nature emanating from my beloved city of New Orleans. I believe there will be ample evidence all year round to prove that my brand new theory...
Talula
Happiness Is A Paradox
Times like these
You slough on, muck clinging to your holy heels.
Forgotten souvenir of a drunken writing session, located in an Evernote excavation
The Heliosphere of Mardi Gras
I was lost in the land of deadlines and demands.
Trees