We’d gotten a vehicle to Mars for Christ’s sake, and this is what they choose to celebrate? Curiosity, out there all on his—its—own, humming to the frequency of “Happy Birthday”? Mics up to max, an ear-numbing static filling our large control room, some of the more senior staff sing loudly over the noise while eatingContinue reading “Quasar Trash”
People of Green Drinks: Tracy Bear and Creating Opportunities for Allyship
“Of our experience, we already know everything we know. It’s listening to what someone else knows that’s important.” –Overheard in Edmonton It was a phrase that caught me off guard, hanging in the air long after I’d mentally said goodbye to my fellow LRT-goer, who I would never meet. Simple, unassuming, and effective: The moreContinue reading “People of Green Drinks: Tracy Bear and Creating Opportunities for Allyship”
Narcotic
I’m one of the lucky ones. I mean, I never got hooked. Could’ve happened of course, that’s always a danger when you’re a Trader. Got a whole supply at my fingertips, could tap in anytime I want—be like those kingpins over there, rattling their yellow teeth my way, hopped up on the stuff, eyes crazy. ButContinue reading “Narcotic”
Suck It, Miss Bea.
There’s a lady already on about her damn therapeutic hairless cats when I get in. Trying to catch my breath, I make it almost to the back row, but of course all 10 or 12 of them are drawn to the smell of what snuck in with me—the lovely, sultry, slightly burned aroma of aContinue reading “Suck It, Miss Bea.”
Mutiny Point
3 AM, downtown’s deserted. Just my truck and the road. I shouldn’t have come this way, too high profile for carrying valuable cargo. Hitting every red light, besides. Good thing the cops are all busy with them murderers and ruddy fucks causing shit where they shouldn’t. I don’t plan on meeting any trouble. Not tonight,Continue reading “Mutiny Point”
Jessica Barratt 