What's Eating Devon

At times it’s like this With my hands cupped beneath a single cloud Assembled by coincidence I rather them wet than empty At times it’s like this With my wings folded below the deliberate trees Down here, I can still catch bugs I can still do something At…

This is a poem Close enough to saying nothing so the reader knows before you do.

It’s All So Terribly Vivid At some particular point castrated by the glass ceiling fixture my eyes gave up. in this unremarkable darkness my anticipation is voiced by a car crash not some anxious dream but a local drunk who got too wet at 2:53 AM At some…

No Better Sound the softest bed I ever laid like my mind, was never made some tangled ends, a finger’s tip life could find no better grip that work of yours’ a mystery how restless days pass blissfully please come to me each afternoon so I may hold a prop…

Teachers It seems unjust maybe even cruel that god could grant life and leave us illiterate Who has taught me more about being alive than those who could say what it was like But He gave us enough between the root and the bark to get it out And get it acr…

Bottle Rocket How could something so small and rather unassuming reach beyond the stars in only a matter of seconds?

Audre Lourde I have been a man for a short time beware my hands, I know love Lessons My father’s lessons fell to my bare feet like rain on my back my childhood impermeable Paranoia, his morning, and all it seeks to extinguish This bright white light welco…

Silence is the page sifted for Ondaatje or Cohen who could give voice to harsh sensations one may push through.

Reflections Reflecting on a life I passed through for free At the very end, you try and describe it The vision comes in whole but delivered in words lets all light pass then return When the end reaches out, I tear off a piece and leave it on the page so t…

beaux rêves A spirit of stone unripe and unmoving a corpse of Magellan alone and marooned I wish and I sorrow I want and I worry I sucked out the marrow but tomorrow’s still coming The station in Heaven claims many a sons an engineer in wasting my ticket…

I love going to the pharmacy.

It’s the first night of the year.

“You’re brave to be out on the bike today!”

I’d forgotten how good it feels.

Dukana is bringing the flavour of the Levant to Laurier With a bit of old world magic, this ineffable little sandwich shop is feeding the body, mind, and spirit.

My hands are consumed by the feeling of molten rock, rolling below my fingertips.

Spun A clear water must first be still.

Today I went to a book launch party with my friend, Christophe.

I’ve been planning this journey for months now and today is the day that I finally get to do it.

I’ve always been one to live light.

Day two of my Toronto vacation and I’m growing sick of seeing the same tall buildings with the same three businesses below them.

This will be the third entry in Zine #1.

This post is a revision to a previous essay titled “Bridge to Somewhere”.

This post is a revision to a previous essay of the same name.

I’m watching the film The Wild Goose Lake by Diao Yi-nan and there’s a scene about halfway through the that really struck me (this is not really a spoiler).

I’m standing at the corner of Sherbrooke and De Lorimier.

I sit patiently on a bail of hay, secured to the inside of a flat-bed being towed at 15 miles per hour.

What makes a happy ending so undesirable?

I drove over the Jaques-Cartier bridge for the first time a couple weeks ago and it may have been one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen in my life.

The dream is a beautiful thing.

I have a memory.

I like to do things fast.

I’m notoriously bad at finishing projects.

Rain really is the perfect excuse isn’t it?

I took the metro, here in Montreal, for the first time last week.

There is nothing left to build, nothing left to code, nothing left to found, create, develop, teach, donate, to this world in the domain of the technological.

There’s two things I think you need to produce a creative or artistic venture.

Engineers Canada is the governing body for all engineering regulators in Canada.

The humble wheel.

Tim Ferris is an incredibly succesful author, investor, health and fitness expert, and an all around “guy who has his shit together”.

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