Night Owl Sonata (in one movement)

Ten

What day is it today, I ask April, is it Thursday? Both are wrong April says, it’s Monday, tomorrow is Tuesday, Thursday comes after Wednesday, Thu...

Nine

My old man made me a porcupine hair toothpick he dug out from his old props box, while admiring its beauty and function, we sat enjoying the mid-da...

Eight

Who would forget this bold image by Kai Chan, a mix media work he produced almost twenty years ago, challenging our eyes and mind with the contrast...

Seven

My recent memory of many retired memories are in the form of untouchable papers, in P-P-P: reborn pixels of Polaroids, Postcards and Photographs, r...

Six

Gerry and Marcie live in a paranoid small town where they avoid the community and prefer the warmth, beauty and tranquility inside their lovely Vic...

Five

She was two and I was thirty two, both loved to sing and dance and jump and make up stories, and I gave her picture cards, I gave her banana, grape...

Four

As the years grow, memories on the wane, and like receding hair-lines, her subjectivity, perceptibly, begins to dwindle and loses most of its edges...

Three

Walking side by side with him in my wool blend trench coat I have the strange feeling of being in the unforgettable long take Béla Tarr took of Iri...

Two

Today’s great find is a website dedicated to tree tours in Toronto. As a city dweller from a former city built of cement, steel and glass she finds...

One

Some nights while we lay unsleeping we would talk about the distant past, eager to find a shared memory, for example the exact time and circumstanc...