After the election, I was going to leave Facebook because I was sick of the bile on both sides, bile that had infused my consciousness like blunt force trauma to the head. Among the ugliness was a gay male friend who slut-shamed Melania for posing nude, while lambasting Trump for being anti-female. I watched a […]

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After our escape from the ancient city, we sought out news from home, ate up every report, even the ones we knew had to be wrong.

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I watch the Canadian channel broadcast results of the US elections on my new iPod touch. Everywhere I step, folks stare wide-eyed into their devices, absorbed in their own imaginary US.

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While Helen slept, I watched the impossible happen. States turned from pink to red like countries falling before an attacking army.

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Did you ever notice the weight of your eyelids when you’re tired and the weight of your eyelids when you’re sad are different kinds of heavy?

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The day after Donald Trump became the president-elect of the United States, I was sexually assaulted in his name.

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Today I am not proud to be an American. I am not proud to be represented by hate and fear and ignorance.

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I wrote an article about women and their exes. The article loves on women (ex-trauma is real), but I realize it underplays the real dangers and traumas women experience (I’m speaking about WOC and QWOC here). More so today than ever before (or ever before reported), and in the face of our current situation, women, […]

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I found out when I had the week off. What bothered me was how my wife introduced me to him while it was going on.

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A super 8 movie camera gave me sprockets to join my father and brother hunting—not that I would kill or even touch a rifle.

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The groom trembled slightly, smiling broadly, watching down the aisle as the wedding march began to play and his bride took a step towards him. Then the bomb exploded.

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I look out the passenger seat window of my step dad’s sun-bleached black Chrysler LeBaron sedan. Sweat begins gluing my black t-shirt to my back.

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