Guelph

Guelph

Guelph i. The home I found in the west tasted like tobacco in the afternoon. It was a sleepless space, a broken mattress that provided no room for dreaming but enough to learn another body’s rhythm. iii. Natural light snuck in through the wooden window at 6 am. It...

Woodbine

Woodbine

    WOODBINE   27/02/16 bruised necks, 9 am Eastbound. the crusty subway. the light pours across your face and for a moment you exist in bliss. I am too slow with the camera for you to remember. wrong bus stop 92, south? “the more disappears the more it...