by Roxane Hudon
Dear World,
I’m a 26-year old failure of a journalist, because, instead of folding in or even trying, I’ve been having fun. I’m sorry, world, this is my biggest flaw: my relentless attraction to a good time, which has somehow lead me to a basement in Glasgow (more…)
By Katie Heffring
Two robins in a tree spend twenty minutes talking to each other
Their song, unique and expressive (more…)
by Roxane Hudon
IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE
Imagine, People, imagine you lived inside Disneyworld. Imagine your address was something, like 1, Magic Kingdom, Disneyworld. Imagine you lived inside the Tower of Terror and you had to take that elevator every day, several times a day. Would you be jaded? Would it still be fun? Imagine you lived on top of Splash Mountain. Would your nemesis be the guy who lives on Space Mountain? (more…)
At the corner of Rue Rivard and Rue Gilford, there is the Montreal Aikikai, a dojo offering teachings in the Japanese martial art, Aikido. In the front window of this establishment, a television screen plays several demonstrations on a loop. During the day or night, through summer or winter, this cycle continues without fail: seasoned disciples karate chop wood, scissor kick wood, head-butt wood. Pine, spruce, birch, it doesn’t mean shit; it is going to get knocked the fuck out. (more…)
