Author Archives: jesslyn delia
isn’t.
i go to the canal because there are bridges wherever i end up. i can’t sit here without being near one. i was a little girl once and when i was one i never imagined it might be so easy … Continue reading
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carling.
we took a really long drive down carling, because carling is so damn long and you needed the break i can’t legally drive but it was a good time anyway at the end of the street is a school and … Continue reading
recent thoughts.
simplicity, a backwards pedal into a garage your seeping wealth of beads of sweat, dark hair, your back blurred in the dryer of a mens’ room. stray cats, sex, grey shorts alone and one less cigarette a day and night
guys.
several months ago i came up with a list of everything i’m looking for in a guy. turns out i don’t exactly know what kind of badass crack i was smoking. 1. he’ll adore me and i’ll adore him but … Continue reading
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days.
ten days after we fucked i went grocery shopping with my dad, which doesn’t happen very often. he bought four bottles of ketchup because it was on sale and he still lives in 1962 and every spot in the sky … Continue reading
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featuring @ in/words.
so this wednesday march 28th i will be the featured reader at the in/words magazine open-mic & reading series extraaaavaganza. i’m kind of stoked on reading, now that i’ve thought about it for a bit. i’ve hung around in/words for my entire ottawa life so it’s cool. i don’t read a lot but when i do, i enjoy it. so, as the event says, it truly is a “rare sight to see”, hah.
if you aren’t doing anything this wednesday night, the event takes place at 9pm in the basement of the clocktower pub on bank street (at corner of pretoria). there’s also an open-mic set before & after the reading.
more deets can be found on the facebook event page.
more info on the in/words magazine, press and reading series can be found at their blog.
sort of hope to see you there.
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gods.
while bearing the weight, when every bone struck by another finally gave you came up through swamps, through metres of dampness, miles. you swam pools of water for me and my wavering faith, an idea you would travel much farther, … Continue reading
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cans.
it was christmas. all the walls came down at my torn toenails, the way his heels still sometimes do. it wasn’t an accident or anything; i chipped at them until they would not stand. when i got the phone number … Continue reading
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