Mr. Grinch
There is an unwritten, often unmentioned social contract that takes place when you do what you think is something selfless. We like to think that we are altruis...
Tag: No Good Comes of Walt Whitman
O Lamy, my Lamy!
– Remember: No good comes of Walt Whitman – O Lamy! my Lamy! my lovely pen is gone; The pen has written every word, the letters sought not done; The...
Tree Bending V
“D- did WHAT!?” R- said, a hint of laughter in her voice. R- is Bri’ish, and her accent is best when she’s talking about something ludic...
Tree Bending IV
“Umm…D-?” I asked tentatively as we drove up the hill. “Yeah?” he said, his arm across his forehead. “Where do your folks li...
Tree Bending III
We sat together under the tree, the broken tree, for a little while. Every now and then, my friend would say, “Gee, I have a bad headache,” or ̶...
Tree Bending II
It was difficult not to panic, really. We were several kilometres away from the car, through hills and hummocks and light forest. My friend was not a big man, b...
Tree Bending I
“Birches” by Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy’s been...