Sounds

Sounds

I stepped onto the chilly patio to have a cigarette. It’s usually so quiet out there in the still of the night, but tonight a very loud grumbling noise could be heard. It roared in the most offensive of ways. But the sensation I felt as the generator’s rumble hit…

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An Ode to Esther

An Ode to Esther

From the first time you brought me Indian food, To the sandwiches you brought home from work. From the Skype dates, To the morning smokes. From Edmonton to Victoria, From bar nights to couch days, For every meal you made me, For every hug you gave me, To the bowls…

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Home

Home

5 / 5 ( 1 vote ) When I was in the States I had a bunch of people look at my tatt and ask, “What State is that?” “It’s Peru,” I’d reply, and then most of them would ask, “Oh, is that where you’re from?” I thought this was…

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