Southbound, Spadina streetcar

Caucasian male, early 40s, with short grey hair and beard, wearing glasses, blue collared shirt under black fleece, and carrying a leather book bag.

Helpless, Barbara Gowdy (Harper Perennial)

Page 199:

He sits at his desk and presses a hand to his throbbing temple. He thinks, nothing prepares you for loving a child. Even when you know that you love her, you still may not have any idea how much because the feeling is so ordinary and instinctive, like a love for life or truth.

He and his wife decided together that they would not have children, a decision they continued to feel good about as the cat pawed at the powdery pink tip of the negative pregnancy stick.

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20 poets for $8.00? It’s true!

Visit Authors at Harbourfront Centre to purchase tickets!

Open Stage Night

Wednesday, March 25, 7:30pm, Brigantine Room

Line up for this lineup!

Oana Avasilichioaei
Catherine Black
Clara Blackwood
Kyle Buckley
Dani Couture
Asher Ghaffar
Jason Guriel
Jennica Harper
Angela Hibbs
Ryan Kamstra
Jp King
Michael Knox
Jacob McArthur Mooney
Alison Pick
Alessandro Porco
Johanna Skibsrud
Meaghan Strimas
Angela Szczepaniak
Natalie Zina Walschots
Zoe Whittall

Visit Jaime Woo.

Read my short story “Instamatic” at Joyland.ca

(Originally published August 20, 2007)

Outside Factory Theatre, beside the drink ticket tent.

Caucasian male, mid 20s, wearing green V-neck T-shirt, black vest, grey pinstriped pants, and black sneakers.

The White Bone, Barbara Gowdy (HarperFlamingoCanada)

About page 112:

Cracks in the earth plunge like gorges, masses of humpbacked insects range like buffalo. A wall of webbed tree trunks is either a bush or a tangled ball of shubbery. She passes termite mounds as enormous as mountains and then there is bare earth for a spell, each granule of dirt a distinct, shivering pebble. The ground dips and she glides over a honeycomb of mauve boulders at the end of which is a dawn of white sand.

The dream ends.

He glides the loop over each slide, blowing gently, cooling dust from the pads of their awesome, aching feet.