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is a song I heard in the bathroom of The Shoe Tavern (my fav TO spot) that caught my ear when I heard a line about RFK (who I hate) so I ran out and ditched out on John and Dan watched as a charming man in a suit with an acoustic guitar told me a story about a figure I knew years ago back when I lived in Corktown. That I caught it on video pushed back my tears for The Hammer sat back down at our…
Replays in my mind, all the things I should have could have wish I had said in the moment before you twisted your knife of words into me. I dream of making up with you beers with you laughing like we used to in our old spot by the window at The Yellow Dog. Drunk at The Lo Pub we pretended we’d be friends forever. How I miss 2010 some days. Dingy bars and craft beers drunk exploring anxieties and…
One of my favourite things about summers in Winnipeg is the annual Fringe Festival. I love the theatre and the huge variety of independent productions that come through the city each year, so when I was offered a handful of media passes to check out show in exchange for reviews here on the blog, you know I jumped at the opportunity. In true "Shaner summer" style, I m barely in town this week and…
Diet Croak Snoop Frog Morse Toad Croaking Device Croak and Dagger The Toad Less Travelled By Betty Croaker Every Day is A Winding Toad Toadhouse Blues Toadal Recall Antoady Hopkins Frog Ferdinand Toadplay Toadal Eclipse of The Heart Notorious F.R.O.G. Engelbert Hopperdink Swamp Thing Marsh Madness Bill and Toad’s Excellent Adventure Weekend at Kermie’s (post title) Oh Frogger Where Art Thou?…
It’s late and I’m the only one up on the block sitting on my steps feeling the wind through my hair ruffling my housecoat everyone is asleep. I can feel the calm from the other houses, rooms, beds but I don’t feel it. My body buzzes with tragedy veins burning inside of me my heart thumping in my chest eyes that blink back tears for someone I’ve never known will never know who will never get to…
I wake among orchids and lilies whose petals cover my face like hands my mouth full of dirt, wet and sweet pebbles in my mouth like lies. I walk, I talk, I move through a thick fog of everyone s weighted dissatisfactions dragging tangling at my feet and twisting at my ankles losing myself on the path. I trip and fall and can t get up. I lie and listen to the songbirds in the trees their chip-chirp…
It rained today. I found out when I opened my windows to get my laundry and it was wetter than when I d hung it out to dry the day before (I should have checked the forecast. My bad.) I worked I made tea I ate tinned sardines on toast debating whether or not to go out, listening to the sound of the rain and the whistling of the wind through the palm tree in the square in front of my apartment for…
Yesterday after 10+ hours in the air and two airports I landed in Lisbon. Sweaty, tired (I barely slept on the plane) I stumbled, bleary-eyed, out of the airport and made my way to the metro where I stumbled through several " voçe fala iglés? " to get my Navigante (transit) pass for the next two weeks. I dragged my fala (suitcase) down the metro stairs and caught the red line, then the blue line,…
It s Tuesday evening and I m warming up from walking to the store. Winter has settled in after months of mild weather and my nose, fingers, and toes feel it as soon as I step outside. Soon it ll be -40 like usual and I ll be barricaded inside my house, cozy with our radiant heat and blankets and multiple cups of tea. It s been a good day. I submitted a proposal, booked a discovery coffee with a…
It s 2024 and a new year and I feel like I should have something profound to say here but I don t, really. Life s good. Better than it was this time last year, at least. This time last year I was prepping for Asia which but we were dealing with the falling-out of a friendship — one in a long line of em from the same social circle — except this one was more... personal? Hurtful? I guess…