Feb 24, 2024 | Fiction |
“Where are you going now?” “Mr. Mancuso and his aunt, they gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We going down by Fazzio’s to bowl.” “What?” Ignatius screamed. “Is that true?” “I’ll be in early. I told Mr. Mancuso I can’t stay out late. And his aunt’s a grammaw, so I...
Dec 23, 2023 | Fiction |
And The Rock Cried Out “When I was a young man I was very full of wildness and ideas. I read all of the books from France by a man named Jules Verne. I see you know his name. But at night I many times thought I must be an inventor. That is all gone by; I never...
Jul 8, 2023 | Fiction |
I continued to pass my evenings in the parlour, but I had grown impatient with the drivel I read. There seemed no reason why I could not do better, or at least have a stab at doing so. I began to write little sketches of the characters I encountered at work. Then for...
Mar 26, 2022 | Fiction |
Snow was falling on Yonge Street. It startled Jeevan when he left the theater, this echo of the plastic translucencies that still clung to his jacket from the stage. A half dozen paparazzi had been spending the evening outside the stage door. Arthur wasn’t as famous...
