We had just finished playing a long and loud set at Rizzo Hall over in east-end Montreal. Patricia had promised me she wouldn’t drink. It was nowhere near midnight, but her eyes were already glazed, and her lips wore a blank grin. She clutched a glass in one hand and steadied herself against the wall…

Adina sat on the black marble headstone. She leaned her elbows on her knees and stared at the pile of red roses strewn about on that mound of earth. They’d shrivelled and rotted. Clumps of mud were dangerously close to staining the white leather of her runners. An ominous wind whispered her secret as it…

It was easy in the summer. I’d see the slightest ray of amber light and realize, “There it is — the crack of dawn.” These days, that aperture is invisible, and I keep getting fooled into thinking it’s still nighttime. I like to start my days before anyone else does. There’s solace in looking out…

I was travelling through Kansas on business. Have you ever been to one of those sleepy mid-west towns? You know — the ones where everyone knows everybody? It was late and I was in Hays City, dining in the only open restaurant I could find… eating cold fries. A floral aroma of urinal mints wrestled…

Changing colours and falling leaves; only nature and desperate young men repeat themselves in their predictability. Corralled by a memory captured in an alluring scent, he twisted his head to see who had passed his table. All he witnessed were wisps of blond hair and flashes of her black dress. Those golden locks waved through…

He stood by the kitchen window, staring at a small photograph of his daughter in her graduation gown. His finger traced the blond curls in her hair as a tear dropped soundlessly onto the table. He slid the photo into his coat pocket, pulled on his tuque, and slipped out the door. It’s not at…