2026-02-28

They pay me to field the incoming calls, but Saturdays are slow. I can just sprawl out, rearrange the contents of my bag, relax. It’s so dead I dipped out to snag a couple books next door. I acquired a rhyming dictionary and Pale Fire; not a terrible way to kill some clock. I read while listening to Laughing Stock and jammed out to Explosions in the Sky. Ate subpar leftovers; sometimes you try a fancy-looking recipe (Roma tomatoes, Spanish onions, some feta, all baked, combined with your pasta of choice) that falls short of gastronomical joys a chef has provided before. I still ate it; if I can clean my plate, I will. There was a crowd around the exit door, all looking at their phones. One of them wore Ash Ketchum’s trademark hat; I guessed it meant Pokémon Go was holding an event.

2026-03-01

Okay, one dropout, I can understand. Two is a bummer, but the show we planned can still work. But all three? That’s zero features that showed up? Just the die-hards in the bleachers? I get it, it was Nuit Blanche, but now your hangovers stick to you a little more than they once did, like heavy meals or long walks. 8:45; time to get this gong show on the road. But it ended up being a fun, if short, event. It was worth seeing if just for Robin, who cut off our spiel to end the night with a timid appeal to read “Waiting for the Barbarians.” Hoots! Hollers! The stuff of librarians’ nightmares. A perfect button. Our esteemed barman-slash-DJ-slash-sound guy then streamed a block of early Daniel Bélanger: “Opium,” “Les deux printemps,” “Ensorcelée.”

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the moon is two-faced unwilling to answer prayers and made of cocaine

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Well, I wrote a chapbook. It's called My House But Not My House. It's fifteen poems about dreams, obsolete tech, the Apocalypse, and other shit. I know for a fact that the first printing sold out, but you can still order it from Cactus Press, the mightiest little independent press in Montreal. Best of all, it'll only set you back ten bucks.

This is still so wild to me. If you've even so much as glanced at my poetry in the past, thank you, thank you, thank you.

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