In my long string of escapades, I have managed, now, three times to have to break into my own car.
During the last week, Marc, Sarah and I had decided to head downtown. Our first stop was Thomas Hinds Tobacconist, on Carlton st., so we could inquire for some pipe filters and buy some tobacco. We […]
What could I possibly contribute to the literary world that has not already been said? Do I have in me an original thought that has not passed through the mind of someone before me? A thousand poets have taken the words from my hands before I have ever been given the chance to hold them. […]