There is an old Greek fable that goes as follows. Two flowers, a rose and an amaranth (the latter an immortal purple flower), are having...

I stumbled across this song during a recent visit to Halifax, and was immediately enchanted. I’ve since tried to translate the lyrics,...

List damning and horrible facts regarding a number of vast companies, e.g. Starbuck's, H&M, Wendy's, etc. This is your opening. Then go...

This is an occasion for solemnity. In other words, be sad, because the banana that I bought on Wednesday evening, rummaging my way...

Unencumbered of soul, we tread these dunes like spiders. I have tasted of the sands of bitterness, and found them to be sweet. I have...

Love is a desolate city. Tumbleweed and oil spills in streets, the gasoline of plenty drained of itself. I have walked its lanes and...

My grandfather is telling them of the trees, how they come into this world like tongues of fire, ready to consume and eclipse, subsume,...

That is the colour of anguish, flat and impenetrable, cannot be reduced any further than the nothing it has become, in total need of...

O Lord, conquer my blood; and the colourless fragrance of despair rise into the desolate clouds and become part of them. Absolve me of my...

I. Pine leaves flow through my soul. Verdance. II. I spat out the unobtrusive seed of tender blood orange grown from a yard and softened...