As I write this passage in late September, there has been an unprecedented heatwave in Montreal for the last ten days.
Category Archive: Short Stories
After ten months of writing it was done. My first novella. I read through it twice, and thought it was pretty good.
When I was in seventh grade, I was introduced to The Beatles on a rainy day.
I see how they look at each other when they think I am not watching.
She walks in ways that can be seen on runways bridging Eden to New York.
In the summer of 1990, the curators of a new exhibit at the Royal National Theatre in London discovered something odd and unexpected.
Blades of grass whipped around the solemn ceremony with ease, the blustery winds not towing the line for anyone.
