Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)

The Blood Thirsty Death Hogs
was the name of our gang.
Me, my brother, his friends
Jason, Nate, Jimmy, Matt

rode souped-up vintage
Schwinn Cruisers, made in
Chicago, with whitewall tires,
chopper handle bars, banana seats.

Matt listened to Oblivion,
the Clash, the Dead Kennedys,
wore combat boots and t-shirts
with rolled-up sleeves.

My bike was blue and white
with a train engine fender light
and hawk feather banana seat.
I called it the American Dream.

What he did with himself
when we weren’t tripping
on acid or night swimming
off Foster Pier I’ll never know.

Riding along Diversey Harbor
I wanted to turn my handlebars,
sink down to half-buried tires
and moss-covered shopping carts.

"The Overland Route"


A couple of people have asked me about getting copies of the Greyhound bus zine that I wrote for one of the Ottawa Zine-Offs, so I decided to put it back in print.  Here it is, revised, redesigned, and available on Etsy!

"This is a zine about a two-week Greyhound bus trip that took me from Ottawa to New York to New Orleans to Memphis to Nashville to El Paso to San Francisco to Nelson, BC, and about bus station cuisine, moping over unrequited love, and learning, as a white non-American-citizen what whiteness and white privilege are about."

You can read the extravagantly kind things my friend JM Francheteau wrote about this zine here.