Essays

Essays

Damn it Johnny, you know I love my Big Beef N Cheddar

The second time I ever came out as trans, it was in an Arby’s drive-through in Alberta on a flip-phone in the height of the oil boom. A decision made with impassioned haste that left lingering memories of trying, failing, and the desire to try again regardless of how

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A brief history of darts in the body

I started smoking, and I don’t remember the first one at all, but that is often the way of firsts.

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Cheap McNuggets at the gates of Heaven

Tasting heaven only cost $.49, and each bite brought me closer to God.

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Everything Looks Perfect From Far Away

Do you ever think about how the emotional core of “Such Great Heights” will never feel the same due to an alarming lack of answering machines? I mean, yes, sure, even without the machine it is still an emotionally resonant song about long-distance yearning, but that distance feels cheated now.

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Tramps Like Us

There should be a German word for having never wanted something, but needing it to feel good all the same.

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Fix The Tracking

We can never ask AI to generate the past we want to hold onto, or the perfect world we believe was promised to us and I guess for some it is easier to hope that someday a computer will make this world perfect for you than to accept that real perfect will always be broken

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To recreate us

I love a song about the earnest failings of youth, because these are the years it is safest to fail.

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Duct-tape and soldered wires

Last night I had a dream that I was at a friend’s funeral, and this morning I had to wake up and check the obituaries to make sure it wasn’t real.

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Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the severance turns the minutes to hours

I’m thinking about “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” this morning. Partially because I always am, and partially because of three seconds in the opening minutes of the latest episode of Severance.

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Seabirds singing like doves

For months I thought there was an owl outside.

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Don't Worry About The Cost

Note: this is a piece I wrote to read on stage for The Basement Revue, a yearly music/literary variety show here in Toronto. I thought it would be nice to include it here in the newsletter at the end of the year as well. If you'd like

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Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go

There’s a lot to be said about saying fuck it and grasping for all your desires when everything feels like it’s falling apart at a rapid clip.