MEANING OF LIFE: TITS ON PURPOSE
I was sitting in Kensington Market when I saw a beautiful topless girl. This sparked a thought that would go from Facebook photoshopped statuses to genocide to the miracle of life, and a meaning beyond purpose. Enjoy the view.
Chronicle Herald: Brutal Honesty on Blogger’s Site
About last year at this time, Michael Kimber had lost his job and was on the verge of losing the most important relationship in his life. He had struggled with sleeplessness, severe depression and anxiety since 2009, after graduating from a journalism program in Halifax. At that time, as he says in his poem The [...]
Subway Dreaming and the Drummer I didn’t kill
The woman in the seat next to me has begun to drum. I’m pretending to try to read a dirt-encrusted sign that says: Why can’t street kids just get a life? Slowly my eyes drop from the sign to the ground salt white and gray floor of the subway car. While she has broken the [...]
Happy Holidays#3: Christmas for the Jews and Papa Quimborius
My dad is driving me back from the airport. I’m making jokes and talking about my latest plots to make my dreams come true. He’s been listening to these stories since I was ten years old. When I was working on my first novel, as our idiot dog Gabby dragged me through Point Pleasant Park, [...]
CBC Interview: Carmen Klassen from Close To Home Interviews Quimbo
Rendezvous with Madness, My Suicide and Piss Paranoia
I suffer from a serious condition called “movie theatre bathroom thirst paranoia”. As soon as I take my seat the psychological warfare begins. My throat becomes parched and I suddenly need something to drink. If I don’t have water with me I find the nearest faucet and give into my thirst. Once I have done [...]
Barbershop of Horrors and November 3rd
I’m in a barbershop in Toronto wishing that I was in Halifax getting a hair cut from Phat. Phat is my Vietnamese master of bullshit barber who always promises his haircuts will get me laid. I’m fairly certain this haircut will not come with the same guarantee. I hate sitting through a haircut when the [...]
What the fuck is Urban Camping?
“No, seriously let’s go to the Commons,” I say. “Right now. I’ll make friends. I promise.” My buddy gives me a look that means shut the fuck up but I cannot be stopped because I’ve had a coca cola and I don’t drink caffeine and I’m buzzing like a kid at a five grade birthday [...]
Pajama Pants In My Backpack (Meeting with a Literary Agent.)
As per usual, it begins to rain less than quarter of my way to my friend’s place. Despite the intense downpour, I’m wearing a shit-eating grin when I enter his cozy basement apartment. “Titch bit wet out there, eh?” he says. “Damn right, bah,” I say exaggerating the Nova Scotian accent I don’t generally possess. [...]
Spirit Day: Children are dead and all we have left are fashion statements
I don’t own any Purple. If I did I would be wearing it today in honor of Spirit Day. I lack the clothes so instead I’m going to speak my mind on behalf of my LGBT friends. And the deep well of pain I feel when I think of what each of them has to [...]
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