#CanadianWriters
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An affair with Raymond Chandler, what a joy! Not because of the mangled bodies and the marinated cops and hints of eccentric sex, but because of his interest in furniture. He kn...
This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples
In the burned house I am eating b… You understand: there is no house,… yet here I am. The spoon which was melted scrapes… the bowl which was melted also.
The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…
He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own bir… once more set forth on a voyage of discovery into the land I floated on
The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed… if they had the chance. Quit danci… Get some self-respect and a day job.
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one day remains,
He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…
Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut
Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his
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.