A sonnet
Why stay at home fretting earthly demise? Come out, move along, indulge your dark core Open your heart, raise your pulse, close your eyes Spin yourself ‘round with your …
A place to call office
Today I visited the Toronto Writers’ Centre, a sanctuary of seclusion for serious writers. In exchange for a monthly fee, membership offers a haven where you can work without interruption, …
I don’t like performance art anymore and it’s all my fault
It’s really just a matter of preference, I suppose. And when it comes to art, participation is what I’m really after. I’m weary of watching, of listening, of reading, of …