Weekend reading
Weekend reading
“You shouldn’t have done it,” whispered the willowy brunette standing across from me. She was staring at the book she held in her hands, not even able to look me in the eye.
...The plane coming down, and sheer headiness is in me. I will now be on Canadian soil! The noise is overwhelming… we’re about to land at Pearson International in Toronto. I am here!
...Last night
the moon was a bow.
I thought if only
I could place my arrow in it
I could kill all that lurked in the dark.
There are bodies, selves we cast aside to build the Great Wall.
Our home crumbled; we shored up our stake.
Tiles, dirt, glass, sticks, the rubble of new lives.
A pig’s head. A...