It’s taken years for

It’s taken years for me to understand that dying doesn’t end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another’s lives until not death, but distance, does us part– time and space and heart’s weariness are the blander executioners or … Read more

A long-term substance abuser,

A long-term substance abuser, a few months before his death, penned this poem: Went downtown, Hastings and Main, looking for relief from the pain. All I did was find a ticket on a one-way train. … Give me peace before I die. The track is laid out so well; we all live our private hell; … Read more

When you’re listening to

When you’re listening to music, you listen to it with a friend one day and it sounds one way. You listen to it with another friend the next day, and it sounds a little different. Sometimes the greatest pleasure of listening is not the music that you’re listening to; it’s the person that you’re listening … Read more