Fiction

POEM: “Love Like You Do The City” — “With their sensibilities And gentlemanness And their transient bohemianness”

Love Like You Do The City You love like you absorb Montreal: Intense, wild, devoted, wanting it all genre, RIGHT NOW (!!!) and this way fast and how you envision it so endowed and for the taking and you are SO looking for rental signs on balcons mastering a route from l’apparte to metro, to […]

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POEM: “Montreal is For the Living” – I am a Canadian migrant, then, seeking refuge in a new land that’s reviving.

Montreal is For the Living Here, I am reminded of how boring, how dull, and how monologic I am. “You’re one of the most interesting people I know!” they say time and again. But I perform, I am “on,” and I am guarded in scripted lecture. Social anxiety bricks a wall, some will say “you […]

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POEM: “Spread Eagle” — Superwoman: the risk she took to get nearest flying on her bike in Montreal.

Spread Eagle Her little ass clenched packed in to tight jeans And her pubis full and spongey strong pushed onto the seat She was laying UPON her bike, FLYING opposite way down Beaudry! Her hands on handle, bars, legs out like a bird, vertical: I heard her friend gleefully scream! I looked down and saw […]

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POEM: “Les mecs Montréalais (Electric City, Ici)” — Bref, pourquoi allumer la lumière quand le soleil brille crazy bright already?

Les mecs Montréalais (Electric City, Ici) Une amitié forte chez ces trois hommes Québecois! Les mecs Montréalais! Émouvant en crisse: Oui – j’l’ai écrit, ‘Brillant-Brian’! Mais, j’ai arreté de sacré Par 4:36 ah em, ah, men. They met at the MTL bar to discuss holidays plans for getting away to Germany for Oktoberfest in autumn. […]

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POEM: “Does she fry her brain with recollection of your faint scent?”

It Goes On Well now it is perhaps 7 years single I thought and found myself admitting. Was that pathetic and was it dull just saying it There was that time in twenty thirteen, I reckon. Still, no one talks like him nor did. Precise, clear, exact, and connected. No one I wanted to know […]

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POEM: Attention “I miss men / Male lovers who can fetch hangers lodged behind radiators”

Attention I miss men Male lovers who Can fetch hangers lodged Behind radiators And kill spiders In the bathtub And fix the battery In the fire alarm And change a lightbulb. These men Who were so good with technology Fix me up with a stereo And things Wire my speakers Hang my curtains Make a […]

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POEM: “Tie thine Essence dear to – Novels!”

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POEM: “Family | Connections” — I sever connections where there is no meet

Family | Connections I sever connections where there is no meet* but grating bones, bare and scraping zero substance, fear and weak beliefs and an inability to stand up to/for me. When I crashed my car he wrote to me: “So it was your fault then?” Precisely. Blaming another is not what I needed. I […]

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POEM: “Attention Like A Siren’s Song” — And I should think you’d find a better word than “crazy” to describe my fierce attachment to your empathy.

Attention Like A Siren’s Song No one really asks me much if I miss her. People don’t ask those types of questions anymore. We keep it light: friends are busy for sure with work, their anxieties, families, burdens. But those questions: they’re necessary I ask them of others: a step into “you get me.” And […]

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POEM: “West Coast, Alibi and the Princess Idiot”

West Coast, Alibi and the Princess Idiot By Christ, mate! You make me want to love you with my crock pot! Massage your hands and pulse your cock. Get you iced water, or top you up And listen to how the fuck your day was! By Christ, mate! Your garbled Souf London accent in your […]

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