What happened, I think, was that the timing was just right. Or wrong, depending on how you look at it. It had been two years since Mark died. After two years of outbursts, alcohol poisoning, fights, flunking grades, sessions with the school counsellor, grief counselling with the school chapl...  read more

I remember everything about this night. I remember the way the moonlight created deep shadows in the cruves and hollows of his body. I remember the sound of his breathing. I remember the colours, the smells. I remember the music trailing quietly in from the livingroom. Everything was whisper...  read more

We are reckless teenagers. We walk like high wire gymnasts across the train bridge, dropping empty beer bottles into the St. Mary’s River. Everyone is laughing. The night is cloudless and warm. Shoust is afraid of heights and balks at the edge of the bridge. Some of the others are coaxing him. Th...  read more