The second Magdalene Feast was a ton of fun!Read More
Join us on our Beautiful Machines discord this Sunday at 4pm PST, for a live reading of new work!Read More
What spider silk holds Caleb in the jaws of a fate worse than babysitting a pubescent teenaged girl!?
Who gave Lilith the bag from Ghufran?
Where’s Finnegan’s hat?Read More
The computer I type on isn’t my own. I’m in that curious way station of a Business Centre inside the Grand Hotel in Toronto, Ontario, awaiting a room I can crawl into for a nap. Sleep deprivation is real on these trips to Toronto, where I get in early enough from my flight to eat breakfast in a local diner, but too early for the hotel.
My eyes are halfway shut, and I half expect to fall asleep somewhere in the middle of writing this post, but the desire to stay lucid long enough to crawl into my room is strong.
Edit: January 7th, 2019
I fell asleep on the keyboard. They found me a room a few minutes later.
How will Caleb handle Lilith telling him to go fuck a tractor!? Will they make it through Downtown Vancouver traffic in time?
How bad is Sister Gaia’s instant coffee?Read More
It’s the first day of winter, and the sun is finally on its trek back to the northern climes! I hope all feel warmer by association this Solstice!
I took your young and crunched them.Read More
The Demon in the Kitchen: Millie won’t call an Uber.Read More
When a demon appears in your kitchen, instead of chicken soup… #flashfictionRead More
I love reading the works of early literature & bygone cultures to get motivated to write.Read More
“Sound becomes the waves emotions ride / To surf into memorial chemicals”
After surviving a lethal family reunion in a cave, Caleb Mauthisen undergoes his most dangerous mission yet. Rescuing an expelled tweenaged girl from her Swiss Boarding School! Join Caleb, Finnegan, Ray and Delilah’s daughter Lilith on an adventure from Switzerland to Japan, to Robson Street in Vancouver.Read More
Shut Up and Write is an hour long communal writing session done weekly. This is our third instalment.Read More
“Write opii through this pen / That resonance may echo between Einstein’s daughters… pick up your bed and walk.”
If all you have to talk to is yourself, wouldn't you split into three personalities, too?
I wonder if that's why writers often say their true characters have 'muses of their own'. Are we mirroring the creation of the universe every time we write? Is this our way to harken back to it? As flimsy as it is?
Excerpt from the Usurper Kings Poetry Collection, an inspection of the feminine through time.
Shut Up and Write is an hour long communal writing session done weekly. This is our second instalment.Read More