Beware the Ides of March (and The VanDolls)

It started with a foot, a picture, and a hallway. It ended with me, fearing for my life, dragging my terrified body through Vancouver’s streets. I’d peer around corners and squint down alleys. I was avoiding The VanDolls. Now to be fair, I had slighted them. I’d promised them a review and that review never […]

Opening Night For “Oliver Fannie” At The Waterfront Theatre

Melody Mangler has a very dirty mind. I wouldn’t have her any other way. I pride myself on my ability to skew every childhood memory one may have but she has taken that to a whole new level with her latest endeavour and my hat is off to her. Mangler, the writer (artistic director and […]

Turnabout is Fair Play: An Interview with Sandra Anne (SA) from “Tales From A Bar Stool”

Living my life the way that I do has had several regrettable side effects. One of these is my description of the past being either “a while ago” or “yesterday.” Sometime, between a while ago and yesterday, a website, “Tales From A Bar Stool“, popped up on my radar. It was filled with usually humorous, […]

The Cheeky Tiki Luau: Mermaids, grass skirts, and drinks with little umbrellas at The Rio Theatre

I was invited to The Rio Theatre for “Cheeky Tiki Luau: Scout Boutique Retro Fashion Show, Tropical Party, and Pop-up Shop”. Taking my shoes off at the beach is about as “tropical” as I get. When I saw on the invite that “Aloha and tropical wear is STRONGLY encouraged, vintage or not just make it island […]

Stars: A Prose poem

My family has a cattle ranch in the Rockies. It was there that I learned that the night sky has far more stars than anyone who lives in the city will ever see. It’s called “light pollution.” The light that the city gives off, the buildings, the streetlights, the cars; all of them combine to […]

Kitty Nights:

Pour sex down the barrels of an old double Winchester then fire it out the window of a ’67 Chevy travelling at 120mph. No joke. The Vancouver Chinese Lion Dance Team: Miss Cherry OnTop: Manda Stroyer: Lola Frost: Miss Mia Rose and Dapper Dan (somewhere Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is laughing his genius head off): Calamity […]

Bus Writing: “Actually, it’s a loveseat”

Originally scrawled in unreadable prose while riding the 253 westward… The fact that she could most likely smell me before she saw me was probably little solace to ******* when she woke up this morning. It was, however, of some comfort to me. To describe her as bashful would be an outright lie, but there […]