Miscellany
Making comics, creating zines, and daily life – Miscellany is odds and ends, curiosities, and the stuff between the couch cushions.
The trees
October 14, 2025 | Miscellany
It was inevitable that the trees would rebel against the human colonizers. Centuries of abuse, and the senseless slaughter of millions of their kind had left them with no recourse.
Morning wood
September 30, 2025 | Miscellany
The knots in the pine table stared accusingly at Parson. He wondered what he ever did to make the table dislike him. He pulled his morning coffee closer.
Fumata and sausages
September 28, 2025 | Miscellany
A nonsensical little free verse my brain spit out while chilling in the backyard waiting for sausages to grill, and staring casually at the passing clouds.
Fifty
August 16, 2025 | Miscellany
I turned fifty today! I spent the morning writing, listening to Maiden and generally just being in a good mood. You should try it, it’s a good time.
A letter from my future self regarding the move
August 8, 2025 | Miscellany
Hey, it’s me (you), writing from the future! It’s about a month after the move to the new house, and I thought I should check in.
Good Bones
May 24, 2025 | Miscellany
Good Bones is a beautiful poem by Maggie Smith. It drifted into my feed this week and I love it so I guess the internet is good for something after all.
Zora Neale Hurston on stories
May 17, 2025 | Miscellany
Zora Neale Hurston understood the burden of stories, and I understand the burden of sweets before bed. It’s basically the same thing.
Elevator of mystery
April 7, 2025 | Miscellany
Yesterday on the 13th floor the door to elevator A was open all morning. I walked past it several times, and each time I felt the urge to step inside.
Plan for stops
March 30, 2025 | Miscellany
As a mid-century man it has become obvious that knowing where the public washrooms are on any given route I am required to take through the city is a necessity.
Street art critic
March 23, 2025 | Miscellany
I was walking to work from Pimisi Station the other morning when I noticed someone wrote on the metal guardrail in thick black marker: TRUST THE CHAOS.