We Don’t Have a Clue What School is Like

I always look out for the word "our" when I'm listening to institutions speak. I pay particular attention when institutions are speaking about young people. The word "our" comes up a lot in the world of children, youth, and student work. I regularly notice it when myself and others say things like, "our young people,... Continue Reading →

Where is Stephen Lecce, My USC President?

I recently signed a letter, alongside 26 former Presidents of the University Students Council at Western, calling on the Students’ Council President from my first year, Stephen Lecce, to meet with us to discuss Minister Merrilee Fullerton’s recent announcement about post-secondary education. Stephen is now a Progressive Conservative MPP for King-Vaughan with what appears to... Continue Reading →

We Blew It

BEFORE “His face, like, blew up!” That’s what I hear at the intersection of the restaurant and the staircase that leads to the bathroom. I pause for a minute, to consider how it would feel to have a face that “like, blew up.” I’m caught in my contemplation, “You alright?” says a vaguely concerned looking... Continue Reading →

Reports from Sarah and Saleem

BEFORE  There’s just enough time to meet Sinead, before the show starts. Sinead and Nina are in the Film Society together. I’m not taking any notes. I’ll take the chance. I’m breaking my own rule, not anyone else’s. I'll let it slide. I wonder if I’ll remember any of this conversation when I write? (I... Continue Reading →

Birthmarked

BEFORE A ponytail, beard, and Aussie hat greet me in the morning frenzy at Pálás. He knows that I already have tickets. He appears to be tilting his head away from the top-secret earpiece in his right ear as he says, “I saw you yesterday.” I’m pleased, maybe one day I’ll be a volunteer with... Continue Reading →

World Shorts

BEFORE I was sitting in the café at Town Hall Theatre until I got hungry. That Dawes song, with the lyrics that I wrote down, was a weight: When I was younger, I was serious, now everything’s a joke, But my friends detect a sadness, at the end of every laugh   It’s raining, for... Continue Reading →

Killing Jesus

Before I’m a little bit drunk; Whiplash IPA works fast on an empty stomach. The back of the bar at Pálás isn’t really the back of the bar. The mirror is clean, the candles unlit and un-melted. Journey is playing, “Do they have more than one song?” To my right there’s a crumpled bag of... Continue Reading →

We (Wij)

Before The sausage looks like bacon, but it’s fresher than the pepperoni. I carry my slice along the Galway cobblestone and nibble while I walk. Plate in hand, I negotiate the crowds of people. Patio-bound patrons lounge, gazing around edges of pint glasses, and taking comfort in the esteem of people-watching. We are the great... Continue Reading →

Behold My Heart

I arrive in Eyre Square, I’m thinking about high school, about my version of football fields, tents, and frightened hands. Do I want more of them? Will they be different now? I’ve had better moments, I think.

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