Monthly Archives: August 2013

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M’Girl

We saw M’Girl perform last night at the Summer Dreams Literary Arts Fest and they were incredible. Check them out!

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New story on joylandmagazine.com

From my new story, War of Attrition.

My marriage is ending and it’s my fault. In the other room, Andrew is snoring. I’m on the couch. Here is the buttery weight of polar fleece on bare skin, the entire length of my body unblemished by a goose bump. Try not to anticipate the cold. Squint at the dark window, listen for the rain, but only to harden against the inevitable. At five I get up: sweater, housecoat, slippers on the floor within reach. Pull them under the covers first. To turn on the gas fireplace is to risk making inside too comfortable. Kettle on while I dress for work: long underwear, fleece vest, wool sweater. Two layers of socks, even though that’s not a good idea. Cuts off circulation, Andrew says.

Read more here.

Thanks to Kevin Chong and all at Joyland Magazine.

Grandma Carrière

This poem was in the Asian Aboriginal issue of Ricepaper, but I didn’t know they’d posted it online. A nice surprise!

Grandma Carrière

I ripped a Polaroid from the sticky pages of Dad’s album.
You in a polyester one-piece the same colour as the rocks
on the Alouette riverbank. Or maybe the photo has faded that way.
This is the river Dad learned to swim in, ran behind
the house and left lines in the gyprock when it flooded in 81.
The year I was born. Four doxies in the photo follow you—a shepherdess
in leather moccasins. They had names like Alfredo and Titus.
You always spoke to them in French. You called me Chèrie.

On this day, the day in the photo, you had all the doors
and windows open. The boiled cabbage smell of propane,
you’d left the gas on. Dad told me you were forgetful, but he smelled
the Wild Turkey on your breath. Said it wasn’t safe to visit any more.
In 2001, he spilled your ashes into the swollen Alouette River.
I’d never met your brothers and sisters, and we sang Amazing Grace
for lack of anything better. I asked them to tell me everything,
this Polaroid, the instructions on the back in your handwriting
how to re-light the pilot.