October 2023
17-31
17-31
ONE WORD AT A TIME!
The Big Days
There comes a point in life (maybe an age) where if we are not spending most of our time cultivating our passions and chasing our dreams—eventually, you'll become nothing more than small talk.
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What did you do yesterday?
The Given
The Given
- i update the site.
- i Write.
- i usually go to the Fitness Asylum but broken Pinky has placed me on the shelf.
- i Pitch.
- i Read.
- i Walk.
- i Write More.
- i Create.
Sparkly Pingle Ball is a fig-mint of my imagination. Minty. Every time, you wonder who the hell I'm talking with, it's Sparkly.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
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“Humans' Bistro” You are what we eat!
In a not-too-distant future, humanity has brought the world to the brink of destruction. Habitats have been ravaged, creatures have been mercilessly consumed, and the delicate balance of nature has been disrupted.
In a clandestine gathering, the animals come together, led by the clever and sociable Jack Rabbit, aptly named Jack. They realize survival can only be achieved by a drastic change in their ways. Instead of perpetuating the cycle of devouring one another, they conceive a daring plan. They create a series of culturally specific restaurants where humans become the main course.
With newfound determination, the animals transform a dilapidated town and rebrand it Foodville, a place where all creatures can indulge in their cravings for human flesh — to rid the world of the parasitically destructive humans.
Amidst the ensuing chaos, an unexpected romance blossoms between Mr. Wendal, a mischievous hyena, and Cantaloupe, a vegan antelope, who only eats cantaloupes while listening to “Cantaloop” by the British jazz hip hop group Us3.
Interwoven with these events is the tale of a loving grandmother and a cantankerous grandfather, who captivate their fifteen grandchildren with enchanting stories. Drawing inspiration from classics like “The Princess Bride” and “Big Fish,” the grandparents regale their young audience with tales of adventure, love, and animals reclaiming their rightful place in the world.
In a spine-chilling twist, the grandparents reveal their true identities as ethereal beings, guardians of the Animal Kingdom with insatiable appetites for venison.
Driven by their newfound power, the animals forsake their empathy and compassion, mirroring the destructive behaviors they once vehemently opposed.
With heavy hearts and a newfound understanding of the interconnectedness of all life, the surviving animals and humans unite to rebuild their shattered world. They vow to honour the memory of those who have been consumed and strive for a future where harmony prevails.
At the heart of it all, “Humans’ Bistro” stands as a poignant reminder of the fragility of life, the consequences of our choices, and the enduring power of love in the face of tragedy.
In a not-too-distant future, humanity has brought the world to the brink of destruction. Habitats have been ravaged, creatures have been mercilessly consumed, and the delicate balance of nature has been disrupted.
In a clandestine gathering, the animals come together, led by the clever and sociable Jack Rabbit, aptly named Jack. They realize survival can only be achieved by a drastic change in their ways. Instead of perpetuating the cycle of devouring one another, they conceive a daring plan. They create a series of culturally specific restaurants where humans become the main course.
With newfound determination, the animals transform a dilapidated town and rebrand it Foodville, a place where all creatures can indulge in their cravings for human flesh — to rid the world of the parasitically destructive humans.
Amidst the ensuing chaos, an unexpected romance blossoms between Mr. Wendal, a mischievous hyena, and Cantaloupe, a vegan antelope, who only eats cantaloupes while listening to “Cantaloop” by the British jazz hip hop group Us3.
Interwoven with these events is the tale of a loving grandmother and a cantankerous grandfather, who captivate their fifteen grandchildren with enchanting stories. Drawing inspiration from classics like “The Princess Bride” and “Big Fish,” the grandparents regale their young audience with tales of adventure, love, and animals reclaiming their rightful place in the world.
In a spine-chilling twist, the grandparents reveal their true identities as ethereal beings, guardians of the Animal Kingdom with insatiable appetites for venison.
Driven by their newfound power, the animals forsake their empathy and compassion, mirroring the destructive behaviors they once vehemently opposed.
With heavy hearts and a newfound understanding of the interconnectedness of all life, the surviving animals and humans unite to rebuild their shattered world. They vow to honour the memory of those who have been consumed and strive for a future where harmony prevails.
At the heart of it all, “Humans’ Bistro” stands as a poignant reminder of the fragility of life, the consequences of our choices, and the enduring power of love in the face of tragedy.
My Life
Oh, dear friend, let me lend an ear, to the story you seek to share and hear.
Born in shadows, scratching for light, a journey weaves through darkness and bright.
Breathe, run, and play, embracing the thrill, yet sometimes we stumble and fall down still.
Sports shape us, teach us to rise once more, stitched together, stronger than before.
A slight limp may walk beside you with grace, a reminder of battles you bravely embrace.
As you move forward, secrets may unfold, the light darkens, a mystery to behold.
Pieces cobbled back together with care, revealing glimpses of who you are there.
But why the secrecy, the hidden desire?
Questions whisper in your mind’s fire.
A health scare comes knocking on your door, drinks offer solace you can’t ignore.
Another scare arrives with a warning bell, but fear not, for you’ll be stitched up well.
Better than new, you shall rise above, a pill caddy filled with strength and love.
Every day brings healing and light, with determination, you’ll win this fight.
And if the question lingers in your mind, can you stop taking what fate has assigned?
Remember, dear friend, it’s your choice to make, to embark on a journey of wellness and break.
So, take a deep breath, stand tall and strong, know in your heart, you truly belong.
Stitched together with resilience anew, embrace each day and let your spirit shine through.
Oh, dear friend, let me lend an ear, to the story you seek to share and hear.
Born in shadows, scratching for light, a journey weaves through darkness and bright.
Breathe, run, and play, embracing the thrill, yet sometimes we stumble and fall down still.
Sports shape us, teach us to rise once more, stitched together, stronger than before.
A slight limp may walk beside you with grace, a reminder of battles you bravely embrace.
As you move forward, secrets may unfold, the light darkens, a mystery to behold.
Pieces cobbled back together with care, revealing glimpses of who you are there.
But why the secrecy, the hidden desire?
Questions whisper in your mind’s fire.
A health scare comes knocking on your door, drinks offer solace you can’t ignore.
Another scare arrives with a warning bell, but fear not, for you’ll be stitched up well.
Better than new, you shall rise above, a pill caddy filled with strength and love.
Every day brings healing and light, with determination, you’ll win this fight.
And if the question lingers in your mind, can you stop taking what fate has assigned?
Remember, dear friend, it’s your choice to make, to embark on a journey of wellness and break.
So, take a deep breath, stand tall and strong, know in your heart, you truly belong.
Stitched together with resilience anew, embrace each day and let your spirit shine through.
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us.
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us.
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). 
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
Summer, if you dare. Can’t you see the snow is melting? A technical discomfort. Preschooler’s rain slick, rubber boots, umbrella. An elegy takes care of itself. The cats are everywhere. Words arranged as memories. Yellow, as a daffodil. A light that threatens overcast, the shadow. Rigorous logic. Unfrozen garbage in the driveway. Cool and distant questions. The skin of the page, the letter. We have to clean that up. The air refuses cool. The river rises, rush. Unfurls, a season. Flames. Takes shape, a warning. Claw marks. Drowns. A lake, the backyard. What to name it.
- The Book of Smaller by Rob McLennan This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Which prompted me to question my future.
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Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ed Sheeran - Autumn Variations Fan Living Room Sessions (Trailer)
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Contents
Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
A Confederate General in Charlotsville, Virginia
Where does the world end, and people begin? I can’t look at this now. As we shift, so too, our lens. An obelisk of uncommon shape. Why does this matter? We can’t pretend this all past tense. Privilege: the luxury to ignore. When so many can’t. This isn’t about free speech. They came with clubs, with bats, with raised hands. Symbols imbibed with power. My heart was a weapon. How are they so afraid. History belongs in a museum. We don’t want your hate. - The Book of Smaller by Rob McLennan This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
2019
January February This is the only time The Other Guy + Fernando jumped into the question ring. They asked me to meet them at the head office. During the meeting, they asked if I’d consider running the Blank - Blank - Blank. I replied with a clear no, giving them the reason because of the stroke, the extra stress of getting up even earlier and the daily commute would place my life in jeopardy. I made it abundantly clear transferring me would kill me. They told me no problem. We won’t transfer you. March April May Wake up. What? We are transferring you., Sleep in your work clothes. Drive faster. Don’t die. Or do. June What’s wrong Lindsay, you don’t seem happy about the transfer? Sparkly, shall we pace up? 13 13 13 13 13 13 Grant, why are you here? Grant was a brother-in-law, uncle, brother-in-law, a relative, married to Beverly (dead). He had a fondness for me. Maybe because one of his eyes was glass. He used to drop his glass eye into the drinks of females in bars; it was his pickup line. He was married to my sister, aunt, sister, flip chart relative? He dropped his eyes into the drinks of females. Grant was now dead. I got the call. Not once have I ever had a birthday call from relatives, but now I’m counting the death calls on my third hand. 13 13 13 13 13 13 || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
The Best Films of 2019
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
“Here’s the thing. I’m not the worst guy. I call my mom—she’s ninety—every Wednesday morning, nine o’clock sharp. Right here, on the sat phone. And hey, I’ve got some arthritis, some other old age bullshit, but I’m not completely washed-up. I’m sixty-one, which is a crime in America to be over thirty—”
Girl in Ice by Erica Ferencik This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
July
August Sparkly, I returned to the Specialist who diagnosed me with Sarcoidosis. The news was good; he broke up with me. But before our last farewell, he sent me to a lab to have my liver scanned. His lab had a new tool, and he was itching to use it. He told me it’s no big deal, the scan; I’m sure you are fine. I’ll only call you if the results are troublesome. I wasn’t okay. The following day, he called. He told me the results were troubling. I needed to see another Specialist. He told me it would take about six months to get in. The Specialist set up an appointment for the following month. September I’m worried about the scan results; I’ll need to run more tests. Let’s get the tests done right away. Schedule another appointment with my staff. Appointment scheduled for November. October || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Jungle - Casio
The English soul music collective Jungle is known for their one-shot dance videos. “Casio” is their tenth music video directed by Josh Lloyd-Watson, one-half of Jungle, who often works with the same dancers, choreographer, and cinematographer. The collaboration — less contrived and more effortless this time — fully shines. The smooth moves beckon us to hit pause, step away from the internet, and join a dance class. Plus, Lloyd-Watson incorporates a subtle narrative of a man trying to woo a lady with his dance moves only to be told she’s just here to shake it off. The video is a reminder that impeccable dancing and good music always go well together.
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
“Here’s the thing. I’m not the worst guy. I call my mom—she’s ninety—every Wednesday morning, nine o’clock sharp. Right here, on the sat phone. And hey, I’ve got some arthritis, some other old age bullshit, but I’m not completely washed-up. I’m sixty-one, which is a crime in America to be over thirty—”
Girl in Ice by Erica Ferencik This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
November
I hate the B;ank-Blank-Blank. The workers love me. I like them. Getting up at 3:30 is killing me. Lindsay? Yes, doc. You have what’s known as An Alpha One Deficiency. It is a genetic disease attacking the lungs. Am I going to die? We need to do more tests. I don’t want you to worry. Maybe eat some broccoli. I Google ALPHA ONE DEFICIENCY in ALLCAPS. Life expectancy… hmm… the number it says equals the number I’m at now. Linds? You’ve been through too much shit. I understand why you struggle with sleep. Yes, Sparkly, too much shit. I guess I don’t have to worry anymore; my time is up; I won’t likely hear the singer singing the birthday song when I turn sixty. I wonder if the doctor knew people occasionally use Google. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Charli XCX & Christine and the Queens - Gone
Charli XCX’s artistic acumen once again excels in her explosive duet, “Gone,” with Christine and the Queens. For its visual companion, Charli extends her collaboration with Chris to the French pop queen’s three-time music-video director Colin Solal Cardo. He also directed Charli’s “White Mercedes” and Robyn’s “Ever Again” videos this year. In “Gone,” the singers battle the rain while tied to opposite sides of a white car. The fashion is divine. The body language is seductive. The sexual tension is thick. It’s fanbait, and it works splendidly.
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Contents
Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
She loved ginger ale, too, but let’s not hold that against her. When she was younger, I think, she’d been a looker. But the years had been rough. She was skinny, white, and middle-aged. But like a hard middle-aged. Skin like a deflated football. Like someone had taken a chicken neck and stretched into a horse saddle. She was always wearing a fucked-up dress and smeared lipstick. Gross-colored lipstick, too, You know the department-store lipstick that’s not read but it’s not pink but it’s not purple but it’s kind of all three. Like that. The easiest way to describe Donna would be to say she looked like the Cryptkeeper from Tales from the Crypt but with a Van Halen hairstyle. And I’m not even joking.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk 
An essential read addressing important historical and social issues…
How did the book make me feel/think? David Austin’s “Fear of a Black Nation” is an essential read addressing important historical and social issues, particularly racism and its impact on Montreal in the 1960s. Austin’s work sheds light on the divisive and destructive nature of racism and its connections to late-stage capitalism and greed. The book serves as a warning against the dangers of maintaining systems that perpetuate divisions and inequalities, with the potential for these systems to erode the very foundations of society eventually. “Fear of a Black Nation” is a powerful, thought-provoking read that urges readers to reflect on the need for significant changes in how we live, think, and perceive the world. “Fear of a Black Nation” is a vital tool for raising awareness and prompting discussions about social issues and the need for positive change, emphasizing the importance of addressing these issues to avoid marginalization and division in society. WRITTEN: 21 October 2023 The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
December
13 13 13 13 13 13 12 December 2019 On the same calendar date my mother died, Jason, who you met earlier, died. 13 13 13 13 13 13 2020 January Lindsay? Yes, Sam? I’m sending Ricco to work with you. Watch him like a hawk. Plan his days, or he won’t work. But most important, watch him, and tell me if you think he’s using drugs. Something is up with him. Everyone in the Van office hates him. You must manage him. Okay. Let me know if you suspect he’s fucking up. Isn’t Ricco your friend? Never mind, this is just a part of this relentlessly monstrous nightmare. I’m dying. I can’t sleep. I have a follow-up with the Specialist on the twenty-first. I cancel. I don’t want to hear the bad news. I’m fucking terrified. We rescheduled the appointment for the twenty-eighth. Good news, Lindsay, it was a misdiagnosis. You don’t have Alpha One. Doc? Yes, Lindsay. You know patients know how to Google. I haven’t slept in over two months. Sorry about that. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Pearl City - Friends (Official Video)
Take Freaks and Geeks, mix it with Harmony Korine’s first cult-classic film Gummo, and you’ll end up with the visual for “Friends.” Two outkast boys spend the day working out, playing arcade games, and watching female bodybuilders compete in a women’s physique competition. Whether it’s a meditation on masculinity or an acute nostalgia for our youth, the video is a captivating look at bodies rarely seen in the media, especially in the model-saturated world of music videos.
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
At the time my dad was living in a room he’d rented in the basement of a house across the street from a church parking lot where we used to skateboard all the time. I was in the laundry room with Donna, and I was eating Skittles, and I don’t remember how exactly it happened, but she was definitely drunk, and she walked over to me, and she took some of my Skittles and she put them in her mouth, and she said, “Hey, come here.” So, I walked over to her, and she leaned down and she passed the Skittles from her mouth to my mouth, which then turned into her tongue-kissing me. It was more than one Skittle, so I could really taste the rainbow—and the cigarettes and the ginger ale and the lipstick, all of it at the same time.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk 
Questioning the fragments of living.
How did the book make me feel/think? I must maintain my focus. I am about to embark on a perplexing journey. A monumental virus is discovered. Sadie is a researcher in a patriarchal realm, guided by a virologist with an immense ego that borders on god-like. Sadie is valuable, but she is also subservient. In Clara Dupuis-Morency's “Sadie X,” readers will be compelled to question how life can be reduced to fragments. Similar to the virus, the past, the specters that haunt us, our desires, and fears, and even Sadie’s struggles within a male-dominated society all come under scrutiny. The goal is to understand how we evolve and to examine the aspects that shape us, both positive and negative, with the precision of a microscope. Perhaps, in doing so, we can transform these fragments into something more manageable. “Sadie X” challenges readers to reflect on the complexities of existence, the dynamics of power and mentorship, and the significance of pivotal moments in one’s life. It seems to encourage readers to look beneath the surface of life to uncover the more profound meaning and significance of our experiences. WRITTEN: 22 October 2023 The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
February
Thanks for everything you are doing for me, Lindsay. No problem, Ricco, we are a team. If you succeed, we both do. Feb 28 Ring. Ring. Ring. Lindsay, over the weekend, think about what you’d like for your future with the company to be. Fernando needs to free up some cash. Is my position safe? You are one of the key people; you don’t need to worry. A sleepless weekend. March Monday, March 2 (Morning Meeting) Linds, did you think about your future over the weekend? No. But I didn’t sleep. Here comes Covid. Monday, March 9 (Morning Meeting). We watch the news about the first Covid death in Vancouver for one-and-a-half hours. Linds? Yes, Sam. You need to train Ricco quickly to run the Blank-Blank-Blank in case you go down with Covid. Sam, I don’t think it’s funny to joke about my death. March 12 Covid has officially landed. I send The Other Guy a text: Covid is worrisome. One hour later, I’m replaced by Ricco. Sparkly lets sprint. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
HAIM - Summer Girl
Why Paul Thomas Anderson has an ongoing collaboration directing music videos for Haim is beyond me. Of course, famous film directors turning to music videos is nothing new, but Anderson and the band have worked together seven (7!) times. “Summer Girl” is their most whimsical video. The trio of sisters, Danielle, Este, and Alana, walk around Los Angeles while undressing one item of clothing at a time, shedding winter coats for summer shorts. It’s a beautiful homage to L.A. and that summer feeling of warm sun on your skin.
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
A Book Passage or |a poem|
At the time my dad was living in a room he’d rented in the basement of a house across the street from a church parking lot where we used to skateboard all the time. I was in the laundry room with Donna, and I was eating Skittles, and I don’t remember how exactly it happened, but she was definitely drunk, and she walked over to me, and she took some of my Skittles and she put them in her mouth, and she said, “Hey, come here.” So, I walked over to her, and she leaned down and she passed the Skittles from her mouth to my mouth, which then turned into her tongue-kissing me. It was more than one Skittle, so I could really taste the rainbow—and the cigarettes and the ginger ale and the lipstick, all of it at the same time.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
At the end of the month, my career is officially over. Sam told me he was worried about losing his home; while he was letting me go. The Other Guy phoned; telling me they will do me a favour and pay me the one week of holiday pay they owe me on my final cheque. The word FINAL jumps up and down. Sam and The Other Guy tell me Fernando will call me to thank me for my excellent work.
One week later, they took away my company vehicle and gave it to Ricco, and they shut down my company email. They allowed me to keep the phone to answer client calls. Except for relaying client calls to Sam, communication goes silent. Until Sam sends me, a now unemployed man nearing sixty, a message: How fast could you run a mile in your prime? The word prime jumps up and down. On my sixtieth birthday, The Other Guy sends a text, the first from him since he fired me, asking me if I’m enjoying the excellent weather. I start walking in order to stay sane. In August, I sought legal advice. When Fernando got word of this, he shut down my phone and decided to destroy me financially. Oh yeah, I forgot, he ended my fifteen-year career without a dollar of . . . pay. And his . . . didn’t like the fact I was sticking up for myself. We are running fast. I’m now sixty. Sparkly, my throat is closing. I take a bite of my lunch and violently puke. This has happened at least twenty times before. At least ten of those times were at lunch meetings with Sam. Kyle could see the pain all over my face. Not once did he ask if I was okay? Sam . . . about his family. He . . . about a free trip his parents gave his entire family to Disneyland. I kid you not. || More to come...
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Hot Chip - Hungry Child
Director Saman Kesh is who you turn to when you want an unconventional music video. His past work includes a video about a lab-engineered rubber butt that twerks called TW3RK-BOT 1.0 and a first-person-POV road-trip adventure gone wrong which won a SXSW Best Music Video award in 2010. The concept of the “Hungry Child” video is brilliant. A couple bickers over a song (“Hungry Child”) that’s inexplicably started playing. They search the house to try to find its source. But nada. A therapist suggests listening to the lyrics. Eventually — spoiler! — the couple realizes the source of the music: their bad relationship. So they break up. And the spell dissipates. It’s original and risky and a delight to watch.
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
The first time I decided not to kill myself, I was seven years old.
As the Andes Disappeared by Caroline Dawson This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
In September, my throat fully closes. I can’t even drink water.
I go to emergency. I’m in level twelve pain. The doctors decide they must operate immediately. There are six medical professionals in the operating room. They load me up on the heaviest of the heavy pain meds. They pry my mouth open. Even with the pain meds, I’m now at level fourteen pain. I’m starting to zoom. The primary surgeon tells me there is a ten percent chance I won’t survive the surgery. I do the math: one out of every ten people dies. The lottery odds are fourteen million to one. I’m never going to see Jay again. I survive the surgery. My friend Jim says I should have asked the doctor when he told me the odds, when was the last death? || More to come...
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FKA Twigs - Cellophane
FKA twigs is the child of dancers and, before her career took off, was a longtime backup dancer in big-budget music videos. In the video for “Cellophane,” FKA twigs takes center stage, covered in gold. She then proceeds to pole dance and climb up to heaven. There, she encounters an alien fly in her image, causing her to lose balance and fall down to a mud-filled underworld. Directed by Björk collaborator Andrew Thomas Huang, it’s a human-and-CGI masterpiece.
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Hochelag’ was our hood. Nasty, cold, full of dust and concrete. It always reeked too, on Sainte-Catherine East. Hot dogs, dog shit, drunk dude piss, dried semen, old cigarette stubs, cheep beer, the garbage left out on the sidewalk any day of the week, the smell of the stale air, even outside. It smelled like junk. It smelled of misery. Unlike in the song, nobody was lost in Hochelag’. Everyone was trapped in poverty, captive of their pasts, their lives hijacked and imprisoned in solitude.
As the Andes Disappeared by Caroline Dawson One of Feminism's early triumphs was to liberate white women from some of their domestic tasks, whic were transferred to immigrant women like my mother, who were now both housekeepers at home and servants in the houses of fancier folks. Until her retirement, my mother cleaned the bathrooms of those who had more important or less disgusting things to do. As the Andes Disappeared by Caroline Dawson This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Sparkly and I keep running.
14 14 14 15 15 15 March 15 Scotty, no. This is the same calendar date Bernice died. Scotty, no. For me Sparkly, this date on the calendar is a powerful emotional day filled with sorrow, reflection, and, strangely, joy, if I can get my emotional cards in the proper order. On this date in 2016, my mum, Bernice, died. It was the second time my mother had died in my life. The first, Rebekah, wasn’t my birth mother, but I didn’t know. When I found out Rebekah wasn’t my mother, my life began spinning in confusion as I dove into my past, searching for my identity and wondering why the people in my life had kept such a vital piece of who I am from me. To this date, I don’t understand. Rebekah was a remarkable woman, carrying a heavy burden. Stomach cancer took her away less than two years after I had watched my father (not my birth father), Nicholas, lose his battle with the Big C. On a cold, early December (1987) night (-37) in Saskatoon, it seemed Rebekah was winning her battle with the Big C until excruciating pain paid her a visit—Cancer wasn’t going to be denied. That night, when I returned home from the movies with friends, and it was apparent Rebekah had to return to the hospital. On the steps of our home, Rebekah, with tears pouring from her eyes, said to me, “I’m never going to be home again, am I?” I lied. Twenty-nine years later (2016), I was alongside my mum’s (Bernice’s) deathbed in Calgary. This was to be the final visit with her, and the first time I was to meet Bernice as my mother. It wasn’t pleasant. Bernice lashed out at the world. It was the most extended conversation we ever had. I tried desperately to comfort her. I hugged her for the second time in my life — and told her I was given her my love and strength. As I left her room, I looked back; Bernice’s eyes were teeming with tears. With her voice breaking, Bernice found the strength to speak and said, I’m never going to see you again, am I? My body began quaking as soon as I left the room. One week later, she died (October 15). Our sporadic life together wasn’t rosy. Playing a different role, Bernice constantly told me I wouldn’t amount to much. I hated her. When I found out she was my mother, it devastated me. As the years passed, my anger subsided; I couldn’t fathom what she went through (deemed unfit as a mother because she wasn’t married). After I was born, they immediately ripped me out of her arms. I was supposed to be adopted or sold. Nobody wanted me, so apparently, I was passed around like a hot potato until Nicholas + Rebekah took me out of obligation. I became a shameful family secret. Born in a place sanctioned by religion to fix wayward women, with the babies (me) never to be spoken of again. There used to be several places throughout Canada where these babies were born. Unfortunately, many babies didn’t survive (sometimes the preferred result), and they buried those babies in these places, sanctioned by religion, a dark secret of Christianity. I survived. My story is heart-wrenching, but I’m okay, thanks to the fantastic people who’ve meandered through my life. I must thank my mum and dad, Rebekah + Nicholas. And without hesitation, I wish Bernice and I had different lives together. I’m sorry for what she had to endure. But I am grateful she brought me into the world. RIP BERNICE || More to come...
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Brittany Howard - Stay High
Brittany Howard grew up poor in a trailer park. She started working at 14 years old, sometimes holding down two jobs at once, and only quit service work after starting the Grammy Award–winning band Alabama Shakes. “Stay High” is the first single of her new solo career. The song is a reminder to stay positive in these hard times. But the visual, which tracks Terry Crews as a factory worker driving home at 5 p.m., makes it a contender for best new anthem for the working class. Brittany tells Song Exploder, “Get that ugly thing off your face” means quit frowning. The video takes it a step further, it leaves us beaming.
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
One of Feminism's early triumphs was to liberate white women from some of their domestic tasks, whic were transferred to immigrant women like my mother, who were now both housekeepers at home and servants in the houses of fancier folks. Until her retirement, my mother cleaned the bathrooms of those who had more important or less disgusting things to do.
As the Andes Disappeared by Caroline Dawson This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Scotty Larin (15 October 2016)
One of the fantastic people who meandered through my life is Scotty Larin. I had known Scotty for 18-19 years. I was watching TV almost two years ago (Thursday, October 15, 2020), and when I picked up my phone and scrolled Facebook, I found out the awful news of Scotty’s death. Like when I left my mum’s room, my body started uncontrollably shaking as tears blasted from my eyes. Not a day has passed since Scotty’s passing, where he hasn’t ambled into my mind. Sometimes Bernice, Rebekah, and Nicholas are there at the same time. There are some people in life you don’t realize how much of your heart they occupy. Scotty was one of those people. It’s not like we hung out together or talked all the time; however, our interactions had a kindred bent — be that; the glowing smile on his face whenever we were in each other’s company; or the sheer excitement taking over his face, like a little kid, when Scotty had a story to share. In 2012, one of our friends had major surgery and was in a room at VGH. Scotty wanted to see him. I drove with him to the hospital. We crossed the Cambie Bridge on the way to the Hospital, and the Granville Bridge on the way back downtown. I joked, “I think this is the first time Scotty has been over two bridges on the same day.” If you knew Scotty, you’d understand. Another time, Scotty was having surgery; I can’t remember for what. He asked me to pick him up from the Day Surgery Clinic. Once again, if you knew Scotty, asking was a massive deal for him. So, I picked him up, picked up his meds on the way back to his place, and helped Scotty into his pad; I cringed when I saw the two or three sofas and the behemoth (bemouth would have worked – inside writing joke) television. I laughed and laughed. Scotty was incredibly thankful for the ride and companionship; my arms became littered with goosebumps. One of the last times (a few Sundays before his death) I was with Scotty at the FH. He had just finished his shift. I was heading out the door to go home. Scotty grabbed me, gave me a warm embrace, and asked me to hang with him. Scotty had his takeout dinner with him. Scotty ordered us drinks, asked a server to heat his meal and put it on two plates. We shared a last meal together as he shared stories about his life. Scotty was drinking Coronas, and in true Scotty fashion, left a few ounces at the end of each bottle. This meal is a precious memory for me. Scotty was a fierce friend. Scotty ardently looked out for the people, no matter who they were, who came into his life. We were all his family. He was slowly sharing the multiple layers of his life (his ghosts) with me. I miss you, Scotty. I’m one of the many people who loves you. Much Love RIP Scotty 14 14 14 15 15 15 || More to come...
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Tove Lo - Glad He's Gone
In “Glad He’s Gone,” Tove consoles her friend through a breakup. She does this on the phone while walking exotic lands, stopping a robbery, killing a man, getting handcuffed, appearing in court, escaping from jail, and even going underground. (At 2:50, there’s a musical pause — technically called “The Clearmountain Pause” — and its visual counterpart, Tove on the lam, is utterly comical.) By the end, there’s no denying Tove is a bona fide, cold-blooded criminal. But despite her transformation, she never loses sight of what matters most: her heartbroken friend. The whole thing really gives new meaning to ride or die.
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Everything about being on public assistance is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it’s dead end, a trap, which is why they call it trap music: “We in a trap.” Because you’re trapped selling drugs, or you’re involved in criminal activity or whatever. Welfare’s the same thing. It’s a place you can’t get out of because the system isn’t really put in place to help people with problems. It’s put in place to manage people with problems, so they don’t become a problem for the people who don’t have any problems. It’s like, “Here’s enough food to eat, but barely. Here’s an apartment that’s only got a few rats in it. Here’s enough money to stop you from going and breaking into somebody else’s house that’s nicer than your house.” It’s a low-key form of social control. They give you just enough money, so you have to choose between paying the electricity bill and buying crack cocaine in the hope that it’ll force you to choose the electricity bill.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
2021
January February March April May June I’m legally deposed. I’m asked if I look down on people who work at Foot Locker. Seriously. July I turned 61. August September October November My niece, cousin, niece, flip chart relative, Aimee, calls. My sister, aunt, sister, flip chart relative, Sadie, is dying? 16 16 16 16 16 16 December 12 Sadie died. It’s the same calendar date as my first mother, Rebekah, and my friend, Jason D, died. 16 16 16 16 16 16 17 My heart explodes. Not really, but I’m back in the Emergency Room 29 Heart CT Scan 2022 January I now have a cardiologist. February I have a Heart MRI. The monsters I worked for who blocked me from being able to work in the same industry and blocked me from writing stories want to settle. Their settlement offer is offensive and contains a passage calling me a failed writer who has no business chasing my dreams. My lawyer tells me he’s going to be laser-focused and get this mess over for me, force them into resolution. March 17 17 17 17 17 17 Danell died. 17 17 17 17 17 17 April May June My lower extremities balloon with a painful inflammation roiling through me. I Google. I’m dying. Soon. I don’t want to go back to the hospital. So, I exercise like a madman, not Don Draper. 22,300 Bonus Points! Depression has moved in full-time. I keep going mad. The inflammation subsides. I’m going to live. July I take Depression with me on massive daily walks, over one million steps a month, over 40,000 daily, around 20 miles a day. Is this when…? 16 I turned 62. This was when you were born, Sparkly, on my birthdate. Thanks. No, thank you. August September 9 911 days after my firing my lawyer sends the monsters a counteroffer proposal. Finally. 16 || More to come...
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Kelsey Lu - Foreign Car
The opening shot in “Foreign Car” of muscles flexing in front of a red backdrop juxtaposed with the sound of a car engine revving perfectly sets the tone for what’s to come — art and opulence galore. Lu poses with one foreign car (a Ferrari) and lots of men (all shirtless). Yet despite the allure of everything surrounding her, nothing measures up toLu’s glamour. Every frame is like a painting.
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Poverty gets boring pretty quick. It’s the same shit every day because you can’t afford to do anything else, and sometimes you just want to switch things up, even if it isn’t necessarily the smartest decision you could make.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
My Day
It’s been 918 days since my career ended; fired on Day 1 of the pandemic. It’s September 16, 2022, to be exact. Today, is the deadline for the company I worked for to accept or decline our counteroffer on the suit I filed against them. It’s a heavy day. I know they will decline—a court date will be next—my aging life is on hold until this matter is resolved. Are they punishing me for standing up for myself? That’s what I think. I need to keep my mind clear and stay much-more-very-so-worry-free today—I do, mostly—I do on most days—stay worry free that s--I’m lying. I keep my story close to the chest, rarely speaking of it. I share updates with friends at the bare minimum. Maintaining a calm demeanour is something I try to do. I try to bring laughter instead of wallowing. I’m good at it. Today, my emotional bank accounts are going to be drained. Hard decisions will have to be made. They’re not really hard. A purge may be in order. || More to come...
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Alex Cameron - Marlon Brando
A four-minute song on old-school male toxicity rendered beautifully in a 17-minute mockumentary about an egotistical male director, “Marlon Brando” is riddled with awkward gaffes and funny gags. Directed by Girls actor Jemima Kirke, the cast features John Early and other comedians who all probably have a podcast while also guest-starring on each other’s podcasts. In the end, we see Early crying on set at the beautiful music video he made, but really it’s Kirke who’s the true talent, and a fresh new voice in the male-dominated world of music-video directors.
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As the author and scholar Ibram X. Kendi writes: "the only way to undo racism is to consistently identify and describe it—and then dismantle it"—to be anti-racist.
True Reconcilliation by Jody Wilson-Raybould This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Stream about to flow. Flow
Flashback to the start of the month. I’m waiting for my court case to be resolved. I’m older. I’m scared. I am out of work. I’m going broke. I work diligently, daily, at my craft, writing. Creating. Being. The days blend, and my routine rarely varies. Vary it. I can’t. I’m depressed. It’s a sunny day. Beautiful. Hot. Like, most of this summer has been. I need to move. I’m trapped in front of the computer. Break away. No. I’m working. Move → Move → Move → Update the website. Move → Click. Bait. Clicked. I need to go to the Fitness Asylum. Damn. It’s 7:37. It’s too late to go. I’ll go. Give me a minute. I can’t move. I’m stuck here. I move. I go. My heart hurts. That’s okay; I have a cardiologist. I break free, and I make it to the asylum. Why am I here? Vanity? Ego? No. Well, maybe. Okay, a bit. It’s for my health. And to see if my heart will burst. How? By upping the intensity. If I collapse on the treadmill, someone working here will most-certainly know how to save me. I’m fifteen minutes into my treadmill routine. A waif-thin woman with a cane is standing behind my treadmill, she’s trembling, she’s selecting a treadmill. She’s maybe 75 pounds. If I had to guess, she’s suffered; a stroke? Why the question mark? Because I’m guessing. Damn. She selected the treadmill next to me. My pulse races. My BP soars. She puts her cane on the arm of her treadmill. I’m scared for her. She starts at the slowest speed possible. She falls on her face. SPLAT. I don’t know what to do. I must help . I have five minutes left in my workout. I reach over to stop her treadmill. I accidentally speed it up before I hit pause. The guy on the other side of her jumps off his treadmill to help her. He must have finished his workout. Are you okay? He asks. She says, just embarrassed. I feel bad I didn’t do more. I think one day she’s going to be part of the belt. A guy gets on her vacated treadmill. He’s going about the same speed she was when she fell. He walks backwards. I laugh. On the treadmill on my other side, a guy is doing spin walks. What’s wrong with them? Did their doctors tell them to do what they’re doing? They’re both in their fifties. I laugh harder. I came home from the gym. I didn’t die. Duh. I shower. Keep moving. I must read. I’ve read over 53 books this year. Damn. It’s almost 10:30, and I’m late. For what? Precisely. If I’m not reading by 11, I’ve failed. I’m reading. Coke beside me. Maybe a McDonald’s double cheeseburger. One page. Two. Over 100. I’m an excellent reader. A lady approaches. You sit here every day, reading, she says. I say it’s a good habit to have. I’m upset I couldn’t come up with something pithier. || More to come...
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Cardi B - WAP feat. Megan Thee Stallion
When you think about the headlines that dominated in 2020—unprecedented pandemic, halted economies, mass unemployment, impossible-to-contain fires—that an explicit ode to female pleasure would not just cut through, but take over front pages and prime time, should rattle your bones. We may be firmly in the 21st century, but women celebrating what women want remains revolutionary. Lucky for us, our new leaders in battle are two young, beautiful, unapologetic Black rappers named Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. I’d follow these women anywhere—certainly onto YouTube to watch this video one (hundred) more time(s). --Madison Vain
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
The world could end tomorrow. My world as I know it will definitely end when I die. Do I want to spend that time crying about how unfair my childhood was and yearning for some reconciliation that’s never going to come? Or do I want to give my time and energy to the people in my life who love me and support me no matter what?
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
I walk
Walk Walk I will read more if I hit the bench, in Stanley Park, I like to sit on, by 1:30. I arrive at 1:15. I sit down. I’m barely holding onto sanity. 918 days and dwindling life savings have seen to that. There are two benches. Between them is a rock. I think ‘sit, talk, learn, love’ = is inscribed on it; the rock that is. Flanking me to the left of the bench I’m sitting on is a 500-year-old Red Cedar. To my right: the oldest tree in Stanley Park. I might have made the latter part up. I crack open my book. I hear a dog bark. Coyotes? The dog’s owners ask Rex, the dog, What is it, boy? Rex barks again. I keep reading. Rex jumps on my lap and licks my face. Sorry, the owners say. I reply, no problem. See, Rex, he’s not so bad. Rex jumps off me and runs up the path. || More to come...
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Taylor Swift – Betty
In 2020, across two albums, Taylor Swift’s writing entered literary territory. Always a storyteller, her songwriting in her indie-influenced Long Pond Studio Sessions took her usual diary passages and used them as influence to create characters and whole worlds. She has, perhaps, never written a song as perfect as "betty", the story in which she inhabits a character named James and his young love with Betty. As is always the case with her music, “betty” has been the subject of much speculation and what it means for Swift’s personal life. But Swift maintains that she attempted in this song to use her music to tell stories from different perspectives. No matter if it’s autobiographical or not, “betty” marks a bold step forward from music’s greatest storyteller. — Matt Miller
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Not necessarily,’ the handyman said. ‘He probably took a bunch of sleeping pills too. That’s what you would do. You drift off and that’s it. It’s a really common way to do it where he’s from. One minute you’re dreaming, the next minute you’re not.’ He was projecting his froglike voice as though he were teaching a roomful of rowdy children and need to shout to get his message across. He is the sort of person, I thought, who would explain to a mother what it feels like to give birth or tell a pilot how to fly a plane. He’s going to be out here all day, I thought, in the role of resident expert, talking about the ways that suicide methods vary across cultures, something he likely only found out about today, and is now going on about as if it was something he’d been studying for years.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
This Table
This is the story of a singular table in a delightful watering hole. It could be a movie, a television series, an off, off-off, Broadway play, a live-streamed sporting event, sans the sporting part of the event. It could become a smash hit. Will become is a far better foreshadowing. THIS TABLE sits in a predominately gay bar on the edge of a gay village. Gay is relevantly irrelevant to the story’s core. THIS TABLE dissects the lifetime of characters scrumptiously involved in the nights of festivities in a single day. A lifetime in a single day—actually, several lifetimes—all connected, threaded together, loved; forever, captured, here, there, and everywhere. || More to come...
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Dis-ease - BTS
“Dynamite” got our Winter issue cover guys to No. 1 for the first time, “Life Goes On” made it two in a row, but if this track from Be gets released as a single, expect the phenomenon to get even bigger. BTS channels the terror and frustration of 2020 into a hip-hop song that manages to be peppy and cathartic, swaggering and vulnerable all at once. Writer j-hope says the theme of pandemic angst “fuses with the beat, as if the song is trying to get over itself and stay positive.” It works; BTS are a force, and “dis-ease” is a jam. --Dave Holmes
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