Other Stories

Some recent work unrelated to the main themes I keep returning to. Many are set in a town loosely resembling Kitchener, Ontario, where I’ve lived since 2017.

Cob

Looking upward, sunlight illuminated a canopy of long, sharp leaves. Against the sun, the waving ridges in each leaf glowed with golden, almost heavenly light.

Dog’s Love

Sheila often said: “I love animals more than most people.”

Between Two Mirrors

Racing to the fitting rooms, I’m confronted by the repeating pattern of my image reflected in an endless corridor of closed doors, shrinking in the distance.

Hoar Frost

“Not to minimize them but mass shootings are fairly paltry compared to the world’s greatest tragedies,” Mr. Khatri prompts, steering his students in a darker direction.

Late

She is late. Eight days.

Penny Lane

1968, the year I was born, eluded me for the longest time.

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