Tuesday, March 28, 2017
I recently got fucking wasted with Missy Knott. Remember that Mary-Kate Edwards show that you should have been at, but probably weren’t because you were too “tired” or had to “go on a date”? Yeah, I was there, and...
Alright, folks! Next in the ongoing series of great Peterborough music is Five Alarm Funk, who will perform at the Historic Red Dog on March 26th. I would tell you about them myself, but what are my words compared...
So, you wake up hung-over. Mary-Kate’s show really showed you the ringer. You’re emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. It’s now Saturday. You want to die… That’s too bad. Get a Gatorade; eat some chicken fingers, and toughen the fuck up....
“Oh hey, there’s Mary-Kate,” is what I would say if Mary-Kate Edwards were here right now. But she’s not. Mary-Kate Edwards does not frequent my grandparents’ basement. She’s usually somewhere on Hunter Street playing music or at Traill College,...
A strange and bitter song captures an equally strange and bittersweet history. In January, X Factor star Rebecca Ferguson said she would sing at Donald Trump’s inauguration— on one condition. Ferguson demanded to perform Billie Holiday’s famous jazz tune “Strange...
February is the month of love, and not just because of its fourteenth day. All throughout the month of February, many people across Canada show love and celebration of Black History Month to honour the contributions to society made...
The EveryBeauty Project is a deeply personal and intimate series of photographs in collaboration with myself and Samantha Moss of Mossworks Photography. These powerful and ethereal images feature a diverse group of Peterborough women who live in beautiful bodies that...
Dog tooth gnaws through endless layers of cotton, wool and lace. His famous teeth grind down until he is no longer an honourable pattern. Turtle neck swims among chains of platinum and black opals, wraps around tighter and firmer; strangling the throat of his beloved owner. Leopard print screams upon noticing spot after spot; a bleak repetition. It’s faux fur cries heard from...

Catching Fire

And thus the shaman awakens coming forward through the ashes the light she brings cackling and howling unto the nights sky she awakens the dawn the light within Her body torn ravaged and aching her hair wild as the wind she steps forward once more Into her rightful...

The Arts: Weak

A futile exhibition Coffee grounds pressed into tar stains Through the same filter used yesterday A gnawing, clawed hand Rips clump after clump of Neutered hair The budget cuts have stated That one of you must go There is 1 bullet in the gun Take turns The bull crashes Through...