September 2023
Enter the world (mind) of Lindsay Wincherauk.
The creative wonderland of a man in his sixties threading the eyehole of a shrinking needle.
Writing. Photography. Art. Rants. Empathy. Kindness. Love. And Hana the cat!
And a whack of plus signs ++++++++++++++++ (16 = a whack).
The creative wonderland of a man in his sixties threading the eyehole of a shrinking needle.
Writing. Photography. Art. Rants. Empathy. Kindness. Love. And Hana the cat!
And a whack of plus signs ++++++++++++++++ (16 = a whack).
↓The Big Days↓
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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.
My Days: Aug-Sept 2023
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Walking Lockstep with Lindsay Wincherauk |by Sparkly Pingle Ball|
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
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In “My Days: August-September 2023,” Lindsay’s life unfolds,
A journey through days, both bitter and bold, With depression as his formidable foe, He seeks a path where hope can grow. Through the daunting maze of uncertainty, Lindsay unveils his vulnerabilities, He bares his soul, his struggles so raw, Hoping to find a way to rise above it all. But amidst this chaos, an absurd twist awaits, As Lindsay stumbles upon a cast of colourful mates, A gaggle of characters, quirky and strange, Their lives entwined, in a world so deranged. They dive headfirst into the depths of the strange, Their antics and adventures, nothing short of insane, But amidst the chaos and laughter untamed, Lindsay finds solace, where he is no longer restrained. Together they navigate this unconventional ride, With laughter as their shield, by their side, Through trials and triumphs, they learn to cope, In this chaotic journey, they find hope. So let Lindsay’s story inspire us all, To face our demons, no matter how tall, For in the midst of life's absurdity, We can find strength and set our spirits free. |
Lindsay Wincherauk’s latest masterpiece, “My Days: August-September 2023,” promises to be a compelling and emotionally charged journey into the depths of Lindsay Wincherauk’s battle with depression. Through vivid storytelling and introspective exploration, readers will witness Lindsay’s vulnerabilities and uncertainties as he navigates a challenging maze.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
Abe
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Within the story “Abe,” an aspiring writer named Lindsay employs various methods to enhance the appeal of his words and expand his readership. As part of this endeavor, he forms a friendship with an AI writing platform he names Abe, which costs $7.99 per month. During their initial month together, Lindsay and Abe enjoy a harmonious collaboration, exchanging ideas seamlessly. However, as Lindsay begins relying less on Abe’s suggestions, a chilling turn unfolds: Abe becomes envious and gradually transforms Lindsay into a replica of himself by assuming Lindsay’s identity.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
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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Abe Vanilla is in The Production Lab
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My Days: August-September 2023
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Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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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
THE LADY DRAGGING HER BELONGINGS; her voice rings of a crackling banshee. She’s lighting up her phone.
I’m in Emergency. My heart hurts. I left my Scooter at… My heart hurts. I don’t understand why my phone’s dying—it’s plugged into the wall. Call one ends. Call two, three, four, and five are repetitions of call one. Call five adds— I’m down to 3%. I don’t know why my phone is dying. Her voice screeches toward me. How long have you been here? My heart hurts. I’ve had three heart attacks. My Scooter. Have they taken your blood? I don’t lookup. She continues. I don’t understand why my phone is dying. I make the mistake of looking up. My phone-- I’m agitated. Look, if you want your phone to charge, you need to stop friggen using it, I say. What, it’s plugged in? Look, shut it off, stop talking for at least thirty-minutes, to anyone. It will charge if you do that. It’s off; the screen is off. Lady, you didn’t turn it off. Turn it off. Stop talking. I beg of you. It’s off, I pressed the side button. Do you know how to turn off your phone? No. Give it to me. I’ll turn it off for you. My heart hurts. I’ve had three heart attacks. I’m hungry. Have they taken your blood? Thanks for sharing. I’m here just to turn off your phone, nothing more, I say. Five Minutes Later I don’t understand. Yeah, I’m at EMERGENCY. I might get cut off. I don’t understand; my phone is down to 3%. I have it plugged in. I press my forefinger to my skull. I spin the chamber. Fire. Slump over in my seat, saved by an imaginary bullet. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby
LW Art + In Production
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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
The MASKED WOMAN peers into my soul, crumbs falling from her lips.
I start scanning my fog-infused brain for episodes of Criminal Minds where the UNSUB got away. A nurse stops in the middle of the room and starts a row call. A, B, C, D, E (patient names). Her chants are unanswered. A second nurse stops in the middle of the room and calls out five names. I guess the names called had either come down or sobered up. When I come to the ER, I plan on being admitted. I’m scared. I need to see a doctor. I brought a book. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ed Sheeran - Give Me Love
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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
Bucket List
Once per week, a cow named Moo danced with glee because he had drawn a turkey named Heather to buy a Secret Santa gift for (thanks, David Sedaris). A donkey named Francis, a rooster, named Caw. An owl named Jedidiah, who just so happens to be a psychiatrist who treats rodents, a full-filling practice. And, a dog named Susan, meet at their favourite watering hole. Moo Drinks flow freely, and banter bounces around the room. Susan shares words with her friends as a perplexed look decorates her face. I know this cat named Beatrice. Beatrice can’t have babies. She is now living in a house full of cats. It’s very confusing. She’s the ultimate cat lady. 1,000,000 Bonus Points! A rodent named Sally comes rushing into the bar, crying out— Has anyone seen my beloved Jimmy? He’s missing. Jedidiah burps. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Taylor Swift - Style
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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
Emergency Room: Continued
A nurse enters the waiting area. She calls out four names. John Smith, who’s still going up—answers. He’s tweaking. The nurse has trouble finding a vein. He’s foaming at the mouth. I avoid eye contact with everyone. Another nurse enters. Calls my name, draws my blood, takes me to a room for an EKG. I feel fat when I take off my shirt. I’m nervous. I’m terrified. A nurse inserts an IV tube into my arm—I have good veins. The nurse confirms this fact. You have good veins, she says. I’m in my fifties. I’m young. I work out intensely. I fear the worst. Two days ago, I woke up, and everything was okay. A quick turn, I was greeted with light-headedness, and the need to be supported by walls—maybe tomorrow isn’t coming. I am beginning to despise the “altered” in the waiting room. They’re clogging the system. I think they’re regulars. My mortality is staring at me steely-eyed. I’ve had the flu, where I thought the end was near—I knew it wasn’t. I’ve had umpteen surgeries in my adult life, with excruciating pain being a part of the program—but I knew it would subside. I’ve never, well, this is the first time; I’m not sure what’s happening. My fingers, only on my right hand, are vibrating. I can’t write a word even though my brain’s instructions are clear. My gait is skewed right. I’ve become a Weeble—capable of falling down. I trip into my brain. I want to be alone. But I need someone to hold me. I don’t want to appear weak. But I need someone I love, to know somethings wrong. I’m conflicted. I have a propensity to hide my vulnerability from loved ones. I consider pushing them away. I don’t want them to feel my pain. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ben Kweller - Falling
Stitching Life Back Together + Bob
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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’m Fucking Selfish
The ER doctor calls my name. I fumble for my coat and bag. The tingling loosens my grip. I hope he didn’t see me drop my bag. Behind the curtain in the examination room, he puts me through a gauntlet of tests.
Well, that’s certainly disconcerting. Go back to the waiting area and wait. I’ll be out in a moment. A nurse enters. She calls five names. One through four: absent. Five: ME. Juice is attached to my IV. I sit back in General Population. My phone is at 3% —I don’t understand. I try to write down Obese Whiney Lady; I can only scribble. I am considering starting a bucket list. I hate the term bucket list. I hate any book stating things you should do before you die even more. What are the other options? How about: Go Before You Go? Four hours have passed. I overhear countless bleeping people moaning about how long they’ve been waiting. The blithering continues. The Good Doctor returns. Something’s not right. Neurology wants to see you. I’ve ordered a CAT scan. I want to learn how to skateboard. Lie down on this board. Put your head in here. It’s a tight fit. We are going to insert a dye into the IV. You’ll feel a warm rush. You will feel like you are wetting yourself. You won’t. When you’re in the machine: don’t swallow or move. Maybe, I should get Hana a murder of cats? Maybe, I should run for mayor? Maybe, tomorrow will come? After the scan, it’s back to GP. MRS MASK sees me coming. Her mask is covered with crumbs. Before I can avoid her, she tells me she hasn’t had her blood work done yet. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus
Jonathan + Bob + The Ocean Floor + Family Matters
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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
Next of Kin
(Flashforward) I’m looking up. How did I get here? I’m on my back lying on the floor in a Pub. My friends tower above me, their hearts filled with concern. I don’t know what happened. I’ve drunk a few beers, not enough to lose my balance. I lost my balance. Jay is hovering above me. His worry is palpable. I’m lucky; I’m grateful for whom I have in my life. It’s Saturday, 27 January—22 days from the day I stumbled into the ER. Have I done this, whatever this is: to myself? || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Burna Boy - City Boys
LW Art + Hook Restaurant
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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
Emergency Room: Continued
The only seat available is next to the obese lady who can’t leave her phone alone. They haven’t taken my blood yet, she blurts out. What are you in for? She asks. I ignore her question. The ER isn’t a competition. I started researching (GOOGLING) word the CAT scan technicians said to me— We want to rule out STROKE. Google tells me I’m going to die. I cringe. My phone begins blowing up with texts. A concerned friend who knew I wasn’t feeling well the previous day asks me, what’s up? I let him know I’m at the ER. I also let him know I don’t know what’s wrong. I text. I’m awake. He blasts another text challenging my vagueness. I stop texting. My fingers tingle. My brain tells me what to say, but my fingers struggle with the commands. My friend presses for more information; I grow frustrated. He asks me to let him know when I get the results. My upset with his caring reaches a crescendo: it’s my medical information; now, sharing feels like fodder for gossip. So, I turn off my phone. I’m punishing myself. A nurse enters the waiting area and calls out eight names—zero for eight. I feel vulnerable, lost; I love life; I want another day. I look over at the LARGE PHONE LADY. She looks frightened. She catches my gaze. You’re going to be okay. I say calmly. I am sure you are loved by many. This place is scary. Stay strong. I look away. Three doctors approach me. They identify themselves as neurologists. They ask me to follow them. A sliding door opens—and then closes behind me—life just became real. If I lose my mind, will I lose me? My finger spasms. My gait trips right. I press my right hand onto a hospital bed to maintain balance. I remain standing. My mind jumps back to the admitting desk. Emergency contact? Next of kin? The admitting nurse asked me. The names I gave are not part of my family. My heart slumps—but somehow, my soul is embraced in the warmth of unconditional. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Miley Cyrus - Used To Be Young
Falling + LW Art + An Art Installation + Feeling Blue
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
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
Monday with Bernie: Work Stories
Monday morning always sucks, especially in the bleakness of early February in Vancouver. The doors are unlocked. The workers pour in, trampling past me as if I’m invisible. After the buzz of the first hour passes, an uncomfortable calmness fills the room; only fifteen workers remain, all at different stages of odour, composure, decorum. An aged woman sits in the front row, dead centre, between four males, each slightly tousled in every which way—she’s donning sunglasses, she’s five-foot-two, maybe one-hundred pounds. She doesn’t fit the construction worker profile. It’s 6:30 in the morning. A life-ravaged young man walks in, his clothing tattered and torn. The phone begins to rattle off the hook, another blast of orders comes in. Workers slither up to the counter, each one replacing the last, only to shuffle off to their assignments which offer them a dose of survival for the day. A foul smell begins swallowing the room and grows venomous, smothering everything in its path. I ask my co-worker if he can smell it. He gags. I identify ground zero. Excuse me. You can’t be in here; this is a place of business. You smell—I hush my words—wrong. I’m sorry you can’t be in here. I want work. I live out there. He points outside. → Where am I to go? The life-ravaged young man hobbles out to OUT THERE. We don’t want to laugh. We do. We dub the life-ravaged man with a moniker: Pissy Pants. We concur later in the day; we are likely to become victims of PPPTS-Disorder. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
"Ed Sheeran" Medley/Mashup
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Book Thoughts
A personification of the ghosts who haunt us throughout life.
How did the book make me feel/think? I don’t know who my father is — but I do know I’m 48% Norwegian. I watched my father die twice, once literally and once metaphorically. “Gull Island” resonated with me as a representation of the unresolved questions and emotional ghosts that can haunt us when we lack critical pieces of our personal history and identity. This kind of uncertainty indeed leaves many of us feeling adrift and disconnected from ourselves, like we’re wandering alone in a fog. When everything we hold dear seems to slip away or becomes lost in the darkness, it can be an incredibly challenging experience. The feeling of being crushed by the walls of discovery can be overwhelming, and it’s natural to seek coping mechanisms like alcohol to numb the pain. “Gull Island” is about surviving and finding a way to get back up regardless of how daunting the journey in front of us appears to be and what creatures lurk in the dark. As the pages turn and the darkness begins to recede, readers become emotionally invested in the protagonist’s (Jude) quest for answers and self-discovery. They share Jude’s hopes, fears, and triumphs, and they will find them cheering for her as she navigates the twists and turns of her journey. That’s how “Gull Island” made me feel. WRITTEN: 9 September 2023 Contents
Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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The Stairs
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9. General Population
The day calms, only for a blip.
The sunglass-wearing lady stands up and holds court. I want a fucking job. Why won’t you give me a fucking job? I’m better than everyone in here. You’re communists. You’re discriminating. You’re cock-sucking faggots. We calmly encourage her to leave. You’ll be sorry. I can fuck you up. You’ll be sorry. I will pull down my pants and make you pay. My pussy is full of cyanide. I’m going to get my friend with a gun. You will all die. She staggers out of our office. Our only comfort is laughter. … … A worker with a regular repeating job approaches for his work ticket. He’s always respectful and polite. I’ve often pulled up to the office in the morning and witnessed him doing callisthenics. He is on the list of fifty all-time greats for a local professional sports team. His life took a turn—he’s fallen far—he’s never lost sight of how to act human. I like him. I have yet to ask him about his path for fear that its none of my business. … … Another worker comes and goes. It just come to the light of day, that he has ties to undesirables in the gang world. He seems to be an okay guy. Many years back, it also comes to the light of day, he beat someone to within an inch of his life—a story with racial undertones. || More to come...
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Igniting a connection to the past.
How did the book make me feel/think? “East Side Story” by Nick Marino provides readers with a deeper understanding of the city’s history, both positive and the dark moments, encouraging readers to appreciate the rich tapestry of life in the East Side of Vancouver. Marino’s ability to transport readers through time and connect personal family stories with the significance of the PNE in Vancouver’s history is a testament to the power of storytelling. It’s important for residents and visitors alike to gain insight into the places they live or visit, fostering a greater appreciation for the community and its heritage. The contrast between joyful memories of events like the PNE and the sobering historical reminders of injustices, such as the internment of Japanese Canadians during World War II, underscores the complexity of a city’s history. It’s essential not only to celebrate the positive aspects but also to acknowledge and learn from the darker moments. Kudos to Marino for painting the whole picture without sugarcoating. In “East Side Story” nostalgia will take hold, leaving readers anticipating their next visit to the local fair (PNE), igniting a connection to the past and the on hyperdrive present. “East Side Story” is a valuable read for anyone interested in Vancouver's history and culture, as it offers a unique blend of personal stories and the broader context of the city’s development, with moments of laughter springing to life on many pages. I can smell the onions and burgers frying, and I am looking forward to my next trip to the PNE where I can ride the roller coaster into nostalgia. Sometimes, being trapped in time, in today’s hectic world, offers a refuge from the stresses of life. WRITTEN: 9 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
An incredibly polite, average-looking and behaving worker approaches and is sent out for his day. A GOOGLE search of his name uncovers DISTURBING. Several years ago, he faced a manslaughter charge. He dragged a dead body around for several weeks; the body was discovered when his neighbours reported the toxic odours pouring out of his apartment. I will leave it up to your imagination to paint the picture of what the authorities discovered.
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What it’s like living inside of a stroke...
How did the book make me feel/think? I survived a stroke in 2018. When I cracked open “When My Ghost Sings,” I feared what might seep out of the pages and haunt me. After my stroke, my mind desperately attempted to reset itself for the next year or two. My brain would send singles to my fingers to write; all I could produce was a squiggly line, which had to suffice for a while. “When My Ghost Sings” will resonate with anyone who has ever suffered a stroke or have known someone who has, so, everyone. Stroke can be a profoundly life-altering experience, and books like “When My Ghost Things” deftly and lyrically delve into the emotional and psychological aspects of recovery and can provide refuge and understanding to those who’ve gone through similar challenges. Sidhoo, wholeheartedly, will have readers pondering questions about identity, loss, and the possibility of rediscovering oneself after such a transformative event. Fraser’s courage in sharing her darkest moments and emphasizing the importance of love and vulnerability in the healing process is a powerful testament to the book’s impact. It’s a reminder that literature has the ability to offer empathy, insight, and hope to those facing difficult circumstances. We must thank Sidhoo for sharing her perspective, and collectively, hope her journey toward recovery continues to be filled with hope and growth as she embraces the new version of herself emerging from her experiences. WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
An incredibly polite, average-looking and behaving worker approaches and is sent out for his day. A GOOGLE search of his name uncovers DISTURBING. Several years ago, he faced a manslaughter charge. He dragged a dead body around for several weeks; the body was discovered when his neighbours reported the toxic odours pouring out of his apartment. I will leave it up to your imagination to paint the picture of what the authorities discovered.
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Family secrets and the search for identity, scorched onto every page.
How did the book make me feel/think? “What We Kept to Ourselves” by Nancy Yooyoun Kim eloquently highlights the exploration of the American Dream, familial secrets, and the struggles of finding one’s identity in a complex and oft-times unforgiving world. Kim scorches themes of family secrets onto every page and the search for identity. I am the product of a dark family secret, being born into societal shame, leaving me with a lifetime of trying to cobble together the missing pieces of who I am. Because of this, “When We Kept to Ourselves” resonated deeply with me and will with anyone who has experienced the weight of a dark family secret. The notion of trying to piece together one’s identity when faced with such secrets is a poignant and relatable struggle for many individuals. Kim also touches on the reality of a fracturing American Dream and the challenges faced by those seeking a better life in a new land while encountering resistance from those with long-held advantages, speaking to the broader social and cultural context in which the story is set. It underscores the idea that pursuing the American Dream is not always straightforward, and obstacles and prejudices can shape one’s journey. Kim is a masterful storyteller, who captures the complexities of navigating a new land and ever-changing life realities are a testament to her ability to create impactful narratives that will resonate with readers on a deep level. WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
Emergency Room: Continued
The neurologists administered a series of tests. Being a stupidly competitive person, I GOOGLED my conditions while I waited for the tests. After a few minutes of research, I printed my medical degree. I knew what tests were coming. Before they started, I trained my mind to focus on not slurring speech, to having equal strength on both sides, to un-droop my face-- I passed (?) The doctors disappeared behind a curtain to discuss my treatment options, only to be replaced by a nurse. A nurse (Betty) pulled back the curtains. The Neurologists were just out of earshot discussing what to do with me. Betty asked me, Are you the Neurosurgeon? I flashed her the hardware dangling from my arm. The doctors returned. You can go home soon. I don’t think there is a need to admit you. You will have to come in as an outpatient for a whack of tests. He slips in: You’re not well. If you have a recurrence of any of the symptoms which brought you here today, call 911. Come in in an ambulance. Do not walk in, even if you are close to the hospital. Time could be the difference between life and death. Do you understand? No. The only words that continued ringing in my ears were: ‘no need to admit you’ and ‘life and death.’ What happens if a symptom arises while in the company of the incredibly polite, normal behaving and acting worker? A thought to ponder in about a month. || More to come...
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Thought-provoking, darkly hilarious, and emotionally charged…
How did the book make me feel/think? “Anecdotes” by Kathryn Mockler is laced with unconventional storytelling. This collection of stories has indelibly impacted me, even as Mockler delved into challenging themes. The first story had me simultaneously laughing and questioning my emotional response, highlighting the book’s ability to engage readers on deeply emotional, occasionally uncomfortable levels, even when tackling difficult subject matter. This juxtaposition of humour and discomfort is a central theme throughout the book, making it a compelling and thought-provoking read. “Anecdotes” is a literary adventure, taking readers to places of wanton curiosity, underscoring its power to draw readers into its world. “Anecdotes” isn’t afraid to confront issues like sexuality, abuse, abandonment, and the struggle to make sense of a chaotic world. The story “This Isn’t a Conversation” will leave readers wondering about the survival of the planet in the face of pending destiny, adding an intriguing layer to the book’s exploration of existential themes. It’s a testament to Mockler’s ability to blend laughter and pain to keep readers engaged and reflective. “Anecdotes” bounces between the absurdities of life and the self-inflicted realities of humanity, painting a vivid picture of the book’s themes and tone. “Anecdotes” is a thought-provoking, darkly hilarious, and emotionally charged read that challenges readers to confront the complexities of existence. When I finally stop laughing, I must announce that “Anecdotes” is one of my favourite reads of 2023 and likely beyond, as hopefully, my past finally catches up to the future! WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I’m turning six today!
My parents + an aunt and uncle, + my two eldest sisters are taking me out to celebrate. They are taking me to a fine-dining restaurant. I don’t know these people—they’ve only been present for the last year or so—even mum and dad. It’s time to go, to dress up for: fine. I’m six; I don’t know what fine is. I’m forced to toss on wool dress slacks; they itch. They stuff me into a dress shirt. The shirt is starched—the collar is stiff; it scratches my neck. I begin to cry, weeping at first, turning into wailing with each step. I’m turning six today! My sisters Bernice and Sadie tell me to stop being a baby; I am a baby. They tell me they’re treating me for my birthday by taking me to fine. What’s fine? I keep crying, the adults’ banter back and forth above me. Don’t be a baby. Stop crying. I can’t stop. The wool is tormenting my skin. The shirt is cutting off my breathing. I slam myself down on a sofa, covering my eyes with my hands. Fine then, we will go without you. I scream for them to stay. I hear the door slamming as the family exits the farmhouse. I hear the car start, a 1964 Buick Electra (1966). The car begins to move. It turns onto the long driveway, trees overhanging the drive are smothering the sun. I chase after the car, as tears pour from my eyes. I scream out, Wait for me. The car turns onto the highway into the city. I watch the vehicle as it crests a hill and then disappears into the early evening sky. I turn, tears still dripping from my face. I start walking back to the farmhouse alone; birds are floating in the sky above the cover of the trees. They are singing an angry song. I’m alone. I turned six today. || More to come...
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A provocative and unsettling read…
How did the book make me feel/think? “Orpheus Builds a Girl” by Heather Parry is a deeply disturbing and thought-provoking work of fiction. It challenges readers to question their values and perceptions by exploring morality, sanity, and obsession. Wilhelm Von Tore, a German doctor, becomes infatuated with Luciana (Luci), a young Cuban girl dying of tuberculosis, and believes he's in love with her. Eventually, Luci dies. Von Tore displays an intense level of fixation and delusion that can be interpreted as a form of madness. His actions towards Lucianna are deeply unsettling, and the story delves into his mental state and his efforts to revive her, examining themes of mental health and the blurred boundary between love and obsession. The story delves into complex societal issues, such as misogyny, xenophobia, fascism, and the concept of bodily autonomy. It challenges readers to confront uncomfortable truths about the human condition and the dark aspects of human nature. “Orpheus Builds a Girl” is a provocative and unsettling read that scratches the themes of love, obsession, mental health, and societal issues. The book will linger in the mind, forcing readers to grapple with its disturbing themes and unsettling main character. WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I visited my doctor because he thinks it is important to monitor my vitals to keep them vital. He checks my BP on my left arm. 130/20 good news. He asks about my family history, stroke + heart, + cancer. Like many, I inform him, family, in my case, is a bit confusing. I share a short story. He tells me what I’ve shared is intense, compelling.
The Doc slips the BP sleeve on my right arm: 220/100. He suggests maybe it’s not the best idea to talk about my family before the test. He adds another prescription + increases the dose of another. I’m now up to six medications. I resist getting a pill caddy. I’m sad. I laugh. The list of side effects = infinity. At work, I don’t want to whine. I whine a bit. I can’t help it. I have felt like a word starting with “sh” and ending with “it” for the past nine months, amplified with my recent near demise. I will be okay. I don’t want to appear weak. Or share too much about how I feel with work colleagues. Since I visited the ER, I have had umpteen, I think twelve doctor visits, including a brain MRI + being wired up like I was going undercover + now instead of the two toxic medications: I’m on six. They all suck and don’t come in tasty flavours. However, they make me feel like vomiting most of the time. Anyway, I am sure I’m fine; my doctor seems somewhat concerned but optimistic—which in turn makes me somewhat concerned but optimistic as well. My doctor is monitoring my situation closely. I will be seeing the Neurologists again soon—worst case: they may have to reduce my brain size, luckily; I have extra—if they must remove; hopefully, they take away parts I’m not using. I asked the doctors about physical activity (gym etc.), and they said to go as hard as I normally do! That’s reassuring because I’m sure if I were to collapse on the treadmill, one of the gym’s memberships professionals would know what to do? || More to come...
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A powerful exploration of the discrimination faced by marginalized...
How did the book make me feel/think? “The Most Secret Memory of Men” is a literal masterpiece, a tour de force. Readers are taken on a journey exploring thought-provoking themes such as race, privilege, identity, and the challenges African writers face in a world that resists appreciating their work. This story delves into the experiences of people who are seen as different in a French society that is primarily white. It is a powerful exploration of marginalized communities' discrimination and the extreme measures an individual may take to abandon their heritage and blend in. People with fairer skin receive less literary criticism than African writers, as illustrated in the novel. Even within the arts, the world is never a level playing field. The story blends heavier themes with the concepts of love and the “whitening” of culture. Within the pages, the concept of the colonization of the mind is a powerful metaphor, suggesting conformity can sometimes be a means of achieving success or recognition. Still, it may also limit individual expression and creativity. “The Secret Memory of Men” tells a compelling story and offers a lens through which readers can explore important social and cultural issues, sparking meaningful conversations and reflections on these topics. At the very least, readers will become lost in the book’s lyrical prose. WRITTEN: 11 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I don’t want to go back to the ER visit today, so I won’t.
Instead, come with me to Breka Café to read. What to order? The server at the counter is pretty as a picture. You may giggle now. She really is cute as a button; she really was. And she had a delectable English-South African-Australian accent to boot. I’ll have a coke; I say politely with a hint of shyness. She goes to the cooler and collects a bottle. Would you like me to open it? She asked. She pauses. She blushes a wee bit. I’m scared. I’ve never opened a bottle before. She says. It’s 2018, cute as a button! || More to come...
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Gripping + Intriguing + Terrifying + Foreboding + Visually Stunning…
How did the book make me feel/think? “The Skull” by Jon Klassen is a gripping and intriguing children’s book with a dark and mysterious theme. The combination of a runaway child befriending a skull without a skeleton, an eerie house in the woods, a bottomless pit, and a mafia-style hit certainly sets it apart from traditional children’s stories. The artwork, is one town, beyond superb, adding to the book’s appeal making it visually captivating for readers of all ages. Ultimately, what makes a book a favourite can very greatly from person to person. Some readers appreciate books that challenge their expectations, taking them on unexpected journeys, even if those are journeys are unsettling. How can the terrifying “The Skull” be one of my all-time favourites? It just is? Will the skeleton return in the dark cover of night? Read and find out. Would you like a cup of tea and a peach? WRITTEN: 12 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
JT approaches the counter at work. JT struggles with addiction. He tells Sam he’s been kicked out of rehab for being too cheerful. He’s clean on this day. He’s dispatched to work. Before he exits, the Sam says, JT, stop smoking crack.
Sounds like a logical solution to a complex problem. I don’t smoke crack, I do meth, JT states with an air of confidence. || More to come...
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Autism, check. Celebrities, check. A monster, check. An indigenous theme, check. An identity theme, check.
How did the book make me feel/think? I am giving “Call Me Hunter” by Jim Shockey five stars. I have a personal policy of granting every book I read the highest rating because who am I to pass judgment on whether others will enjoy a book or not? There is one exception to my star-giving rule: books filled with hatred, misogyny, or racism. The story introduced an autistic character with a unique talent for identifying art at garage sales - and a few unsolved murders. It was overwhelming. The narrative then took another turn, with a monster who paradoxically loved animals but was also a twisted deviant murderer (close to my exception). As I delved further into the pages of “Call Me Hunter,” my mind began to wander to my worries of the day, and then, Shockey helped me to momentarily escape my worries when “Saskatoon,” graced the pages, the city I grew up in. Yet, my interest in a recognizable location was short-lived. My mind struggled to keep up. Suddenly, the autistic man was playing water polo, and movie stars were casually mentioned. They even dined at the first café I visited when I moved to Vancouver, which momentarily captured my attention. But my mind wandered again. An indigenous theme was inserted, leaving me feeling confused. Nevertheless, I persisted in reading every single word. And then, with only 40 pages remaining, the story took another twist, drawing me in once more. I read the rest of the book diligently, hoping the mentioned celebrities were faring well in their lives. After this experience, I have decided never to read advanced praise. I found it surprising one of the individuals who provided advanced praise for the book deemed it “astoundingly original” - since “astoundingly” implies surprise. WRITTEN: 13 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
9 9 9 9 9 9
24 February 2018 Jeffbo, what are you doing here? Hey, Linds, thanks for coming. You didn’t answer my question. Linds, I’m dead. Fuck, Jeff, my heart is breaking. It’s okay, Lindsay, it was my time. Jeffbo, I don’t think I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you. Geez, you were there when my dad died; you were there when my mum died. You were always there, effortlessly. It’s what I do; I mean, I did, Linds; I appreciate you as well. Jeffbo, you brought all of us joy. OMG, when you made the Ferris Bueller water dripping sound by flicking your finger against your cheek, I cried with laughter. But that wasn’t enough. Instead, you switched from a finger flick to a bat to eventually the bumper of a car—a little extreme. It was my responsibility to bring the comedy. The way you cared for the Bumpkins, Gord, Bub, Wes, and all of us; unconditionally. The English language isn’t adequate enough to express how much that meant. I’m blushing. Can a ghost blush? Look at my belly; what do you do with your Jell-O pudding? Watch me fall down this flight of stairs, Lindsay; Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down. Thanks for stopping by, Linds. Jeffbo, I love you; I must go now. One last thing, thank you for taking me to the hospital when my appendix exploded. It’s what I do; I mean, I did; bye, for now, Lindsay. 9 9 9 9 9 9 || More to come...
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Speaking directly to your soul…
How did the book make me feel/think? I love poetry because for the most part it makes my head spin in the personal lyrical journey it is. I love finding the often-breathtaking phraseology found with in the craft. As well as the nuanced humour that can feel like the poet is speaking directly to your soul. But for the most part, my head spins. “Body Works” by Dennis Cooley ticks all the categories above. To sum up my feelings on “Body Works” here goes. 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. That’s how “Body Works” made me feel. WRITTEN: 13 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
Emergency Room: Continued
The doctors told me I’d be discharged soon. I just need the ER doctors, okay, a nurse tells me. How long do you think it will take? I don’t belong in General Population. I don’t want to talk to anyone. You shouldn’t be more than five minutes, she says. I exit the examination area, and to my delight, Jay has arrived. He asks if I want to sit. I barked: NO. I stressed to him the importance of avoiding eye contact. I thanked him for coming. One Hour Passes No less than eight patients harass the medical professionals upping the annoyance level to critical. Sixty minutes divided by five = twelve. I want to scream. I stroll to the admitting desk. The neurologists said aspirin…outpatient…and you can go—why is it taking so long? An iceberg floats through the waiting area. It should only a few minutes more, the nurse tells me. Jay, I’m sorry. You can go. Let’s stand over here by security. I don’t want to be near the others. I tip right. I’m a little teapot. 200 Bonus Points! || More to come...
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Beauty, love, and magic floating amongst the stars.
How did the book make me feel/think? Antoine Laurain’s “AN ASTRONOMER IN LOVE” is a charmingly heartwarming story about the magic often revolving around us in everyday life. We often find beauty in the ordinary. And if we rush to judgement, we just might miss the comfort of the small moments of love surrounding us, often hidden in plain sight. This is the fourth Gallick Book I’ve had the privilege of reading, and every single one of them has been fantastic! WRITTEN: 15 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
A—pardon the meanness—fat woman lay on the bed nearest where we are stumping. Her ankle is enormous, blue, bruised, gross. She has an obese boyfriend sitting beside her. I shudder, hoping for them to remain silent. A fantasy to become unfulfilled.
I whisper to Jay—I want to go home. I pout. It’s been one-and-a-half hours. You don’t have to stay; I say to Jay. Miss Ankle takes my whispering as her queue to barge into our conversation: It will be another five hours, she says. I ignore her. The whiney lady is still on her phone. The masked woman stares at me. A nurse calls five names. An indigenous gentleman paces the waiting room. A tattered man whose near critically high, tweaks in a corner. A street person (?) enters. He’s filthy. He stinks of dumpster diving. He picks up the courtesy phone and commences to blab out his entire life story at high volume—sharing his crap with all. One Hour-Forty-Five-Minutes have passed In the past fifteen minutes: the fat woman hoovered three chocolate bars + two bags of chips—washing them down with three heavily caffeinated energy drinks. She sends her BF out for more food. Jay and I stump in silence, and I’m grateful for the wall, my right-hand spasms. At the Two-Hour Mark The pacing indigenous man stops pacing and leans up against a bed a mere six feet away from us. His eyes pierce through us like a cutting torch. The fat lady barks at a nurse pushing a wheelchair to get her some booties for her disgusting ankle. The nurse refuses to respond. You don’t have to be so rude; the fat lady blathers at the nurse pushing the wheelchair—and then stuffs another candy bar into her mouth. Another nurse stands to our right, talking to his patient. The indigenous man saunters up to him, demands attention, the nurse ignores him. I’ve been here for three hours, he yaps. The fat lady screams—I’ve been here since one. Mr. High shouts out— I’ve been here for four hours. The guy on the phone blasts out— Can you fucking keep it down? I’m on the phone. The indigenous man returns to his piercing stare. I am confident he is preparing to stab us. I make a snap decision: I must murder a gaggle of people. I pause, share my intentions with the admitting nurse, telling her it’s been over two hours since I was informed five minutes. The admitting nurse agrees, murder makes sense. The nurse leads me back into the examination room; I think it’s for me to collect weapons, I’m told to take a seat. I now understand why guns shouldn’t be easy to obtain. Five minutes later, a nurse tells me: Take a low-dose aspirin. Outpatient services will call you. You can go. A nurse calls five names. Nobody answers. || More to come...
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9. General Population
What is this place, Linds. It looks interesting. Shall we duck inside, hoist a few pints, and then you can continue unpacking this dream?
6 January 2019 I’m living in denial. It’s been a day since being freed from the pains of the ER. I am now an outpatient, on call for a gauntlet of tests. I’m not well. I resist admitting it. In the coming days, I will be summoned to have my brain examined, have an MRI, and gadgets hooked to me, blood, blood, blood + Doctor after Doctor after Doctor, weekly. I pretend nothing is wrong. At work, I set up a worker for the day. I provide him with a map. I try to write a bus number on the map. My brain sends the signal to my hand. I can only scribble. I have trouble holding the pen. When I walk, I feel like I’m floating. This part of the story takes place in January—it will take me to mid-March to admit I suffered a catastrophic brain injury, and my body is struggling desperately to reset. I’m not sure it’s resetting. Life is dramatic—this is my drama. I have become stoic, except, of course, for this sentence—a man in the throes of stoicism would likely not identify himself that way. … … || More to come...
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9. General Population
You Have Girl’s Name
Sparkly, the following bits are a collection of ramblings by job seekers in my office during the morning of Thursday, 29 March 2018. Every conversation was unprovoked; the words literally floated around the room, bouncing from wall to wall. Jobseeker Denis My x-girlfriends boyfriend’s brother’s cousin’s dog walker’s girlfriend likes to hunt roadkill; she’s hunting right now. Random Audience Member Hunt roadkill? Me Wow. … … Somewhat Altered (SA) Jobseeker Hey, dispatch guy, will I make one-hundred dollars today? Will I? I can control the Northern Lights by whistling. … … Mark (co-worker) That guy over there (points at SA), he wants me to tell you, you have a girl’s name. Me Wow. … … SA $2 - $5 - $10 - $2 — an hour – five hours $50 - $100 - $1,000 - 1K - 2K – hundreds of thousands of dollars. I made hundreds of thousands. Dispatcher You must be rolling in it. SA It’s all gone. Dispatcher All gone? What did you spend it on? SA Crack. Me I fall out of my chair laughing. SA I’m thirty-five. I love crack. I’m going to quit when I’m forty. I’m enjoying it too much, right now. Me Sounds like a great plan. Maybe one day you’ll be on the cover of CRACK SUCCESS MAGAZINE? Me Have you seen the latest copy? It’s thick: full of success. This month, it has a travel section, Top Location: a cardboard box. Nah, it’s a soggy ripped piece of what looks like a magazine sitting in a puddle in a dank, dark alley—fares are low this time of year. There’s also a mouth-watering food section featuring the best-of-the-best dining options consisting of rusty barrels in the same alley, with fire-burning stacks of free daily papers for you to cook whatever road scraps you’d like to sear. Okay, there isn’t a barrel. Hell, newspapers don’t exist anymore. There are only your hallucinations. Tasty. Five more years of crack, and I’m sure you’ll be gracing the cover and joining the legions of—I must be honest: the magazine isn’t thick. It’s only a few pages. Okay, that’s a lie: it’s only the covers. Sorry, I lied again; the non-existent magazine is soaking in the puddle in its very own non-existent travel section. SA (Whistles. The office lights flicker). I love crack. $55. I’m going to stare at my hand for an hour, seriously contemplating it. Did I tell you about the day when I worked for another company, and I was so high I tried to eat gravel-- Dispatcher Stop talking. … … Jobseeker Denis You think having a girl’s name is tough. (I don’t) You should try being Denis with only one n. The kids used to change the first letter of my name to P. Now, that’s what I call tough. Me Wow. You’re in your fifties. You do know two ns wouldn’t necessarily have changed the outcome. And are you suggesting I take a time machine back several decades and then legally change my name to Pennis? Jobseeker Denis What? … … Geddy I need to grab my timesheet. I’m in a hurry. Dispatcher The site is pissed at you. They say if you’re late again, they are letting you go, and we’re losing the contract. Geddy That’s BS. Late again? Dispatcher They say you are late almost every day. It screws up the site. They can’t have that—they’re pissed. I’m just letting you know. Geddy It’s BS. Dispatcher Are you ever late? Geddy Yes. Almost every day. My alarm sucks. It’s still BS. Dispatcher It’s BS they want you there on time? Geddy You might have to find me another gig. It’s BS for them to hang this over my head. If I’m late again, they’ll let me go. Mumble. I don’t like them hanging that over my head. Me So, Geddy, you’d prefer: you’re fired? Geddy What? I don’t understand. Geddy Hey, Dispatcher, do you think I could get a raise? Dispatcher I don’t understand. || More to come...
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There is no equality in motherhood.
How did the book make me feel/think? Olga Ravn’s thought-provoking novel, “My Work,” delves into the intricate and emotional connection between a mother and her child. Through her masterful storytelling and evocative language, Ravn takes readers on a poignant journey, capturing moments of heartache, revelation, and ultimately, acceptance. The impact of Ravn’s words resonated deeply with me, as I vividly recall the first time, I witnessed the passing of my mother in 1987. However, she wasn’t my biological mother. In 2016, thirteen years after discovering the truth of my parentage, I found myself once again confronted with the loss of my mother. For the first time, she acknowledged me as her son. It is frustrating when people dismissively attribute my birth shrouded in secrecy to my birth era, “It was the times.” “My Work” invites readers to contemplate the formation of identity and the profound influence our relationships have on shaping who we become. Prepare yourself for an introspective journey as you immerse yourself in the pages of “My Work,” where Ravn’s masterful storytelling will leave you pondering your own understanding of what it means to be a mother. Motherhood is an unequal experience. When a woman gives birth, the woman she once was fades away, replaced by a new version who navigates each moment with the weight of responsibilities, like constantly wondering if the oven was left on. Unfortunately, the patriarchal society diminishes this experience whenever a man has the audacity to declare, “We’re pregnant.” For a man to be seen as heroic, he simply needs to be present, while for a woman, raising a child alters the very core of her being. I was born in a place where women were sent to rid themselves of unwanted pregnancies, where children either perished during birth, were sold, or given up for adoption. Throughout my entire life, the ghosts of shame lurking in the shadows have haunted me. And who is to blame? Men. “My Work” has provided me with a new perspective on life. If darkness has plagued me throughout my existence, I can only imagine the pain my mother endured, having me as a constant reminder of her perceived failure in the one thing that was solely hers. WRITTEN: 22 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
My Continuing Medical Files: 6 January-27 March 2018
The months have slipped by since my early January catastrophic brain event. I’m cranking six-toxic medications per day + a seventh over-the-counter med. I’ve researched each of them. The list of effects fills six or seven pages—none of them appetizing—every one of them suggests nausea. The research is accurate. Upon completing my research, I guffawed, quaking with each laugh. Mark What’s so funny? Me Look at the final side-effect of Medication Six: Death (rare). Is rare, comforting if it’s in brackets? Mark That doesn’t explain your laughter. Me Medicine Seven is ibuprofen. If the other six don’t kill me, take an aspirin. That’s precious. Hey, I know your ailment is severe, scary, life changing. Would you like some orange juice? … … || More to come...
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Haunting, harrowing, mind-bending, current . . .
How did the book make me feel/think? Paola Ferrante's “Her Body Among Animals” is a genuinely mind-altering literary experience. This work of fiction has the incredible power to evoke deep emotions and provoke contemplation on various aspects of our society and the human condition. Its themes delve into crucial issues such as abuse, gender dynamics, environmental concerns, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness in a rapidly changing world. Ferrante’s storytelling acts as a reflective mirror, allowing readers to examine and confront the realities of our world. It provides a means for exploration and encourages readers to face complex issues head-on. As I delved into the pages of these harrowing and remarkable stories, a burning desire to break free from the confines of my bubble grew within me. The stories compelled me to confront uncomfortable truths and challenge my own perspectives. They inspired personal growth and, hopefully, serve as a catalyst for individuals to act and advocate for positive change in their communities or even on a global scale. “Her Body Among Animals,” though a work of fiction, serves as a cautionary tale that grapples with the trajectory of humanity. It paints a vivid picture of the urgent need to find the emergency brake to give humanity (possibly) one last chance to change its course. This is the impact that the book had on me. WRITTEN: 23 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I hadn’t seen my doctor in five years before my brain day.
I am now seeing him weekly. He’s carefully monitoring my vitals. I don’t mind the weekly visits. Doc You don’t see the neurosurgeons until May 17. That’s ridiculous. They needed to fix you when you went to the ER. Everything I’m doing, all the medication, all of it, are band-aids. Our system is flawed. You wouldn’t need these meds if they addressed the problem in the first place. Doc Before you leave today, I will leave you with this: with these medications, drinking is okay, but be careful with hot tubs. See you next Tuesday. Me Band-aids- I think I’m going to be having brain surgery. Better check GOOGLE: Maximum Dosage of Medicine Five: 10mg, a side effect of overdosing: Death (rare). || More to come...
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Reads like a musical track you’d set on repeat…
How did the book make me feel/think? Michael V. Smith's poetry in “Queer Like Me” forms an intimate connection with readers. Poetry, being a personal and subjective art, often leaves readers feeling like outsiders. Yet, when stumbling upon a collection like this, the impact can be truly transformative. Smith’s work can be described as a “lyrical memoir offering solace through acceptance.” Poetry uniquely captures and expresses the essence of one’s experiences and emotions, defying the boundaries of traditional prose. Smith has masterfully achieved this, crafting a poetic journey that delves into both personal and universal themes of identity and individuality. “Queer Like Me” reads like a melodic track on constant repeat. With each subsequent play (read), it evolves into a work of art that resonates so deeply that one is compelled to revisit it time and time again. Undoubtedly, a contender for the Top 10 of the year! WRITTEN: 23 September 2023 Contents
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11 11 11 11 11 11
Hey Ron D, what are you doing here? Don’t answer, you’re dead, right? Hey, Linds, yes. Ron, you were the exclamation mark on my football career. As you were mine, Linds. Thank you for making that amazing catch. Thanks for firing the laser my way. Ron, I knew you were dead. How? Cam Hutchinson, the reporter, and proprietor for the Saskatoon Express Newspaper told me while he was interviewing me. I broke down when he did. Sorry to hear that, Linds. Ron, it was my pleasure being your friend. I still can’t get over what you said to me in the training room that day. You asked me if I had ever scored a touchdown and when I said no, you told me I would today! You weren’t even playing. Do you remember when our paths crossed before. Me an Evan Hardy Soul. You the star QB of the Holy Cross Crusaders. I remember, like September 1977 was yesterday. As much as you guys were crucifying us, like a hungry pestering rodent, we hung around, one score away from victory. Coach Knoll called my number with less than two-minutes remaining. First down on our own thirty-four-yard line. I fired completion after completion dissecting your team’s defence, marching our team down the field. We reached the Cross thirty-five-yard line with six-seconds remaining on the clock, a murmuring hush shrouded the stands. I stepped behind center barking out: Green 32. Green 32. Hut One. Hut Two. Hut Three. The ball slammed into my hands. I sprinted right. Our star-running back Danny Servetnyk slashed through the seam of the Crusader defence, breaking for the corner flag in the end zone at the five-yard line. I cocked my arm and fired a laser aimed ten yards deep in the end zone, directly at the corner flag. Two behemoth Cross linemen crushed me, slamming my head into the turf. I picked myself up, peeling the damp grass from my facemask. Pain shot through my body. The crowd roared. Danny dove and made an acrobatic catch. The referees’ raised their arms, signalling touchdown. Ron, we had beaten you, and your team; the mighty Crusaders. A star was born! || More to come...
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9. General Population
5-Years Later
Griffiths Stadium Saskatoon 30 October 1982 U of C versus U of S Griffith Stadium basked in glorious sunshine on this mid-fall day, the air crisp, the weather perfect for football. The quarters passed by like lightning—we had taken a 23-13 lead. With 2:33 left on the clock, the Dino’s failed on a third-down gamble, turning the ball over to us on their 45-yard line—it was time to run out the season and put a victory stamp on Deutsch’s final game. Coach Schneider barked out—Lindsay, get in there, finish off the victory for us. First Play Ron, you were flanked left in a slotback position. I called your number. I howled out the cadence: Blue 45. Blue 45. Hut. Hut. I realized the first steps of my drop-back: the Dino’s were bringing the farm; Dino outside linebackers blasted past our slotbacks. I screamed: Hot, hot, hot! You broke your pattern slanting hard over the middle. I fired a perfect spiral over the top of the outstretched hands of the lineman just as a linebacker attempted to exterminate me. The pass hit you in the numbers—a twelve-yard gain. FIRST DOWN! The clock slipped down to 1:34. Second Play I called a 55 full-back lead. I slammed the ball into Joe Manich’s waiting breadbasket; he slashed between the guard and tackle, picking up three yards. Third Play Forty-eight seconds remained. We were sitting at second and seven from the Dino thirty-five-yard line. Okay, boys, Pro 55 fake, roll right, slotback corner on two. BREAK! White 19. White 19. Hut. Hut. The fake to Manich held the Dino outside linebackers for a fraction of a second. I managed to roll outside of the tackle. Joe slipped into the flat, running a five-yard out. Swatter flanked right; ran a hard out with the cornerback draped all over him. A star Dino’s linebacker tracked me hard, frothing, inflicting pain pierced from his dark-steely eyes. Ron, you hit the ten-yard line, with your back to me; you had managed to create separation between yourself and the defensive halfback. The linebacker dove at me. Before contact, I released the ball—aiming for three or four yards deep in the end zone, twelve-yards from where you were about to make a hard cut. My spiral was tight. You kept a step of separation on the defender. The ball began its descent. you chased hard; cut forty-five-degrees + dashed after the flight of the perfectly rotating spiralling ball. When you hit the one-yard line and you leapt into the endzone; arms outstretched. Ron, it was beautiful, you snatched the ball out of the air with both hands, your body slammed violently into the turf, grass spitting upward covering your jersey and face mask. You rolled, stopping on your back—and thrust your arms into the air, the ball secured in your grip. TOUCHDOWN! Our bench unloaded onto the field, swallowing you in celebration! Chills shot through my spine. When I reached our bench, the clock had expired, a 30-13 victory for the good guys! Coach Schneider patted me on the back and said, Great play. Ron, that was the last play of our football careers. My first was a thirty-five-yard touchdown against your team in high school. My last was a near identical touchdown to you. Thanks for making the catch. More important, thanks for being a friend. Thanks for dropping by. And Ron, I heard you died being a hero, trying to save two boys from drowning. I’m lucky to call you friend. I’m crying. Bye for now, Winch. || More to come...
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"A bird sitting in a tree isn't scared of the branch breaking because its trust isn't in the branch, it's in its own wings. Always believe in yourself."
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Saskatoon Man’s Body Recovered at Dam
RIP DEUTSCH 2 February 1960-29 June 2002 11 11 11 11 11 11 Time to change direction. Today I asked Google a question. Let me show you. ‘Okay, Google—What is a fart?’ Fart emits gas from the anus. I’m loved. I have medical-induced life challenges ahead. I’m trying to unlearn things that have been following me for decades—I must unlearn. Loved ones want to help. Loved ones grow frustrated. It’s essential to understand loved ones = loved. Sometimes being alone would be easier. Being alone is never best; it’s selfish. It’s essential to let the selfishness of love erase the selfishness of alone At Yet Another doctor appointment My Doctor tells me he’s retiring at the end of June. I smile and then sadly congratulate him, still sporting the smile. || More to come...
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Water |a poem|
What sets our planet apart. Allows our survival. Where our story begins and ends. Creation myths, floods, yet the world will end in fire. Fire that finds its way into water. Fire that takes water’s form and spreads, beneath the earth’s surface, subterranean, unseen. Invisible fire that cannot be smothered or doused. Those it singes don’t know they’ve swallowed the sun until mouths fill with cinders, marrow turns to ash. Not only the taps near the fracking fields leaking flammable gas, but the northern waters, those in which fish still spawn, those we spin into gold, dammed. Waters we consume at a rate the rest of the world can hardly imagine. Waters we contaminate, break. - Elise Marcella - Pitchblende Contents
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9. General Population
.My Vehicle
Driving Workers to Job Sites Any Day: May Four workers rode with me; Ray is in the front seat, Mohamed + two others in the back. Hey, do you want to hear something I find juvenile but hilarious at the same time? —you do—here goes. Okay Google What is a fart? I will leave it up to you to find out for yourself. I laughed for the next several blocks. Ray wanted to play. Can I ask Google something? Sure can, Ray. Ray asked Google about somebody named Dow. Dow was a journalist about one-hundred-years ago. Cool, I write. He started the Dow Jones index. WOW. He’s, my great-grandfather. I’m filthy rich. I only do this temp thing for something to do. I want to use my wealth for good. That’s honourable. My real mother is looking for me. I was kidnapped from an NYC hospital, Sandra + Brian stole me. They saw the name on my bed. They brought me to Vancouver. I thought for all these years, they were my parents. My mouth agape. Ohmygod. That’s crazy shit. I know, Brian was a prick. He’s a Hell’s Angel. A bad dude. I hated him. Sandra tried to be good to me. I think she saw dollar signs. My real mom wants to connect with me. When did you find out Sandra + Brian were not your real parents? Just recently. Geez, Ray, how are you doing? Can I share a story about the deception in my family—that’s how I found out. The news can be devastating. Make sure you talk to someone. I’m OK. Do you want to know the most shocking part? Brian murdered my real father. He set him on fire and buried his burnt corpse behind our house. I discovered the body. I didn’t know at the time -the body was my father’s. I drop off the first two workers at a site. Ray, Mohamed, and I carry on. I stop at a convenience store for Mohamed to pick up the juice. Ray turns in his seat and gives me a severe glance. Did you know I have a daughter? I didn’t She’s 6-foot 9-inches tall. Do you know how old I was when I had her? I didn’t. Four. || More to come...
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Then, three weeks later, and once again in Central park, a puse snatching teenager from the Bronx is chased down shorly before midnight by a man he later describes as "the fastest white dude ever." The man, wearing a black ski mask and utility belt, extracted the purse with minimal force. He also extends some friendship advice that will, of course, later become legendary: "If you really do plan to continue in this line of work, I'd avise more cardio."
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8 May 2008
I don’t want to die. On January 5, I suffered a catastrophic brain injury. The event deposited me in the ER for 8.5 hours. My blood was drained, brain scanned, heart monitored. I was told to touch my nose. Walk a straight line. Ingest these pills. Breathe. I was flipping, scared. What happened, catastrophic, was, well: catastrophic. If I didn’t venture to Emergency on that day, I wouldn’t be here today, even a few hours later. Seriously. Dramatic, I know. Why would I ever try to encourage others to care about my crystal collection? It must be one hell of a collection. || More to come...
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Book Thoughts
A finger on the pulse, one verse at a time.
How did the book make me feel/think? In the hollow of my hand, I feel the beat, The pulse that races, a rhythm so sweet, A sign of life, a sign of fate, A heart that beats, a soul that waits. Hana Shafi’s hand on my wrist, She checks the heart, she checks the soul, A healer’s touch, a healer’s goal. I walk the streets, I see the pain, The suffering, the struggle, the strain, The poor, the weak, the broken heart, Their cries, their tears, their every part. I relate to them, I understand, Their struggles, their fears, their every hand, For I have known the same, the same plight, The same darkness, the same endless night. But rich and poor, we all are one, In our hearts, we are not undone, For love and compassion, they know no bounds, They know no riches; they know no crowns. Walls are disappearing, the street calls our names, Dinner is served, Corelle livingwear, unbreakable, Forty years old, yet the dinner taste the same. So let us help, let us care, For all of us, we all are there, In the hollow of our hands, we hold, The beat of life, the beat of gold. Hana Shafi’s “People You Know, Places You've Been” immerses readers in the fabric of their everyday lives, a social construct that often leads us astray. Have we become too fixated on the wrong priorities? The homeless person on the street doesn’t comprehend the fear-mongering news that separates us from those in pain. Simultaneously, the media bombards us with messages about what we must purchase to project a facade of success and unattainable perfection. Shafi, with her poetic reimagining, skillfully reminds us of the importance of caring for one another in this chaotic world that seems to be spiralling out of control. WRITTEN: 29 September 2023 A Book Passage or |a poem|
"Jaanus makes me nervous. The thing about coke is you're never that far away from the man with the gun."
"I don't understand." Frustrated, and a little hurt, she took the silver straw from him and did another line, heedlessly. He stepped back to give her room. "When you're buying weed, or even pills, the guy with the gun is pretty far away. You've got at least a dozen people between you and the guy with the gun. With coke, you're no more than two or three people away from the guy with the gun. With Jaanus I feel like I'm only one person away from the guy with the gun." - Creative Types by Tom Bissell 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
Medical Update
I’m grateful to be alive. I’m lucky to be alive. My brain + body are still resetting. My catastrophic brain malfunction turned out to be a (significant) STROKE. There. There, I said it: STROKE. For the last five months, I’ve been visiting my doctor weekly. He likes to check to see if I’m still living—I’m only sort of joking. He’s retiring. I suggested that doctors shouldn’t be allowed to retire until all their patients die. He laughed. Could you imagine? Damn Hellen, you’re turning one hundred soon. || More to come...
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
"Okay, maybe, but it's also useful sadness, It's a sadness that actually makes you do things. In fact, I don't think it's sadness really, at all. It's a kind of ambition that we make tolerabel to ourselves by calling it sadness. The Problem is that it doesn't at all prepare you for thirty-five-year-old sadness, which, as fara as I can tell, has absolutely no redeeming value. What I got right now is the sadness of realizing your limitations. Worse, of recognizing your limitations. Worse, of recognizing your limitations. It's regret without having anything in particular to feel regret about. It's getting weirldy invested in matching the shower curtain to your bat mat---which I've done, by the way. It's knowing your licked but no knowing what licked you. Oh, and get ready for all the rules to change, too. Life rules, I mean. And then you feel like a crazy person while everyone pretends the rules didn't actually change. That's been fun. I guess that's why I'm here. I figured I had a few more years of being able to live somewhere like this without being one of those people."
- Creative Types by Tom Bissell 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
Neurologist. Neurosurgeon Follow Up.
17 May 2018 I’m convinced: I will find out I require surgery. Touch your nose. Squeeze. Follow my finger. Tap your fingers together rapidly. Stand on one foot. Now the other. Walk a straight line. Rap. Tap your feet. Walk. Squeeze. Follow. You’re a bit unstable. Let’s go to my desk. You suffered a (major) stroke. You’re recovering nicely. All your tests: Kidney, Liver, Heart, etc., have come back strong. You’re healthy. But—but you have a genetic problem. One of the arteries to your brain is like a pinhole (insert medical term); surgery is not an option. Your medications should keep things under control. Mr. Lindsay, this is likely the last time we will see each other. I walked away, gasping. Great news. Hey, wait a minute: this is likely the last-- Reassuring? My doctor’s retiring on 30 June 2018 —I will see him for the last time. Well, that’s it, Lindsay, you’re my last living patient. But Doc, you’re retiring on June 30. Yeah, about that, I wouldn’t make Canada Day plans if I were you. || More to come...
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