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The One Thing I Do Best Is Choosing the Words That Couldn’t Be Worse

April 19, 2020 A little over a year ago, after insidious deterioration throughout a lengthy hospital stay, my best friend’s mother passed away. It’s one of life’s most brutal inevitabilities, and most inevitabilities are, by nature, utterly and irrevocably devastating. … Continue reading The One Thing I Do Best Is Choosing the Words That Couldn’t Be Worse

star e. rose

I meet with the young priest after Mass.He is black, shaves his head, lifts weights;his pinkies could splinter every weedywine-stained curb along NE Alberta. Outside, over peppermint tea and the fifty-degree windsbattering a JUST SAY NO banner, he fretsover modern cinema’s excess-cultureof nudity and futility and creative blasphemy.“Have you ever seen Last Year at Marienbad?” I shake my head. The wind absorbsthe receding slivers of tea-steam. I used to lovethis weather. The dab of lavender I’ve smeared into my scarfdoes nothing for my nerves. I am mash-lipped, jittering in rhythm to the flapping flag overhead. I am sickof myself. I … Continue reading star e. rose

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Hard Man Shouting in the Street Gonna Travel the World One Day

January 22, 2020 “I never remember anythingExcept for those thingsThat I never forgetYou know there’s no in-between–Ani Difranco It’s starting.Five years ago, in the lonesome recovery limbo of my thirties I could feel it– Start writing, or all of it … Continue reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Hard Man Shouting in the Street Gonna Travel the World One Day