From The Shape of a Girl
BRAIDIE: I was thinking of this poet, this poet I have recently discovered called Stevie Smith. Not a guy Stevie, a girl Stevie. I was thinking of this thing she said that I loved, that reminded me of my friends and me This thing about not waving but drowning. >> Read more
KATIE: Jackie and me, we come to Kingskettle on the train. Way there in the country. Fields and rock and sheep. Whoosh… goes the train. Whoosh goes Jackie. That’s a cow having a piss. Jackie says that to make me laugh. He don’t know cows. ‘Til now we don’t know nothing but Edinburgh.
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From Toronto, Mississippi
Jhana is an eighteen year old, mentally handicapped woman. Bill, thirty, a boarder in Jhana’s house.
Remember how your mum got so pissed off last night about not having the paper in your purse?
The paper in your purse. It’s in a new house Bill. On Buffalo. Daddy’s on Buffalo. In Princie’s mouth. > > Read more
“Dreaming Scout” essay excerpt from Canadian Theatre Review, Winter 2008
I went to see my first play when I was fifteen. It was a high school field trip likely organized by some hard working English teacher who I should’ve appreciated but probably mocked. What I remember most was taking the bus over town, over the Lions Gate Bridge, and eating lunch in Scotts’ Restaurant, smoking one cigarette with six other girls in the washroom of the Vancouver Playhouse. > > Read more