- Dorje Ling
So I went to visit my spinsta sista Romina on Cortes Island. With one knee …
- Little lemon tree
The little lemon tree is crying again. Infested with scale, it weeps sticky tears. On …
- The beauty in this
Every few minutes I hear the gentle whoosh of the SkyTrain, whistling through the early …
- Angels on every corner
My bike got nicked while I was running the door for PattiPow’s choir concert, at …
- Attachment is the enemy of intimacy
 Scrawled in a toilet stall with a black sharpie: “separation -> anxiety”. That’s it—dukkha in …
