#CanadianWriters
Two voices took turns using my eyes: One had manners, painted in watercolours, used hushed tones when speaking
You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim
1. Men’s novels are about men. Women’s novels are about men too but from a different point of view. You can have a men’s novel with no women in it except possibly the landlady or the ho...
The rest of us watch from beyond t… as the woman moves with her jagged… into her pain as if into a slow ra… We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear
He was the sort of man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. He was not my patron.
The snake hunts and sinews his way along and is not his own idea of viciousness. All he wants… a fast grab, with fur and a rapid pulse, so he can take that flutter…
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
She has been condemned to death by… may escape this death by becoming… woman by marrying the hangman. But… time there is no hangman; thus the… There is only a death, indefinitel…
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
The bronze clock brought with such care over the sea, which ticked like the fat slow hea… of a cedar, of a grandmother, melted and its hundred years
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one day remains,
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…