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  • bedtime stories

    This is an artifact of a performance series I did while I was an art student at The University of Western Ontario (now Western University) in London, Ontario, Canada

  • woo

  • mummy mummy

  • adopting memory orphans

    And then I remember something that happened when I was a child and I realize it wasn’t me at all. I’m remembering a story someone told me once about their own childhood.

  • The Evolution of the Destroyer

  • cul-de-sac

    they put the kids away like grocerieswhile soldiers rummage rooms for men and moneyfeed them, wordless, on their stomachslooking at the carpets and the mud tracked inafterward they count what’s leftthe crescent crusts, the bruises on their thighsthe calendars on flowered walls, a day crossed offa daya daythen nothing

  • when they come for you

    first published in Room, issue 45.1, 2022 the air in her house is thickwith yesterday and she saysyou’re growing tall like a womanand clucks her tongue and rustles through the kitchendrawers thick-painted white.cutlery clinks togetheretching scars on surfaces(like the girls in school intheir too close bedsset in rows soyou could see when themen came in…

  • but still

    smoke lingers on concrete stepsstubbed cigarette before he lefttip still wet from the cleft of his lipskissed, the fire out #poem

  • Sweepers

    Jamie Hill steps into his white coveralls and zips them up. It’s a little tight going over his belly despite sucking in, and he catches his t-shirt in the teeth. “Shit.” He pulls it free and is left with a dime-sized hole in front where the zipper bit through. It’s his favourite t-shirt though it…

  • diaries

    When I was a teen, I kept a diary of my daily life. I still have the volumes and they’re pretty boring. I wasn’t ready to bare my soul then, even though there was a lot to bare. I think I kept them as a way of rewriting my life, cleaning it up. If I…