Abandoned Photographs

There is an intersection where over the past few months I’ve spotted half a dozen abandoned photos lying in the gutter. Always the same street corner. Odd, I thought. Why do they keep turning up here? Finally, it occurs to me the photos must be blowing over from the nearby cemetery, where no doubt they were lovingly…

Enchanting Antiques

“Everything in the painting has sold, expect for the clown, I keep him in my bedroom.” So tells me the owner of Enchanting Antiques, whose building displays the finest piece of public art in all of St. Catharines. Atmospheric, quietly creepy. I first saw the old toy mural when I was seven or eight, riding…

Thoughts Around Taddle Creek’s 20th Anniversary

Taddle Creek was the first magazine to publish a story of mine, a very fortunate turn of events. For years, I’d become isolated in the cold of Saskatchewan. I spent all day in a dark room, surrounded by videos of grieving families and gruesome crime scene photographs. I was never sure why my bosses gave…

Now Dig My Grave

There was a bird on the floor this morning. Probably from the cat. Let’s blame everything on the cat. The bird’s body is bound with long strings from the carpet, twisted around the wings and legs. A rope of old cobwebs hold its beak shut. It almost looks like someone did this on purpose. Does…