Ides of March, perfectly the day after Pi.

He sounds like a man who would nervously laugh when you turned him down.

Darling Thomas, I left you like bragging rights, like the falling end of winter. A tongue full of stars could not explain how kind your eyes were, how when you winked at me, I very suddenly understood exactly what you meant. Dried memories read from broken electric pages, light spilling in soft s-curves from your lips, the consonants ticking like rain on the window, that was my favourite. Lying in a transitional place scraped free of complications, your whispering to me felt akin to holding my hand over a precipice.

Originally uploaded by Foxtongue.

She sounds like a girl who wouldn’t remember your name the week after.

We are a strange language, affectionate, improbable, and temporary, more a comprehension of melody than a general theme, bridging the artificial gap between where we are and where we’d rather be. Dreams of fractal social interaction, the idea that happiness is possible. Mathematics would deny our existence, stating us as too improbable according to our friends, (Aesop’s fables ignore us), but by candle-light, we carry the sun unmarked in our teeth. The lights off, it’s cats purring instructions on how to build the world a better and faster moon. Clear as a dancefloor, we are unexpected brass mirrors of old-fashioned magnetism, the current underneath the world that explains to blood which way to flow.

dum spiro, spero (while I breathe, I hope)

frank zappa masquerading the best mad captain ahab

!Fellow Enthusiasts!

Michael Green

of Calgary’s One Yellow Rabbit

performs his stupendously ridiculous


featuring nudity, water, music, burlesque and probable carnage

one night only March 15 @ 10pm

Performance Works @ Granville Island

Part of HERE BE MONSTERS Carnival of the Arts


feel free to circulate

This will be prefaced by a clever short by the puppetry masters of Fidel Castro’s Birthday Party at 8 PM and Lazy Susan at 8:30, a short play about accidental murders.