A poem —

And this will mobilize the left — I was back in the hospital bed I had escaped the week prior, except this time something had changed. There were more doctors around my bed. Everyone was acting calm — too calm. Something was up. The OBGYN on call was explaining to me that my liver enzymes were escalating…

It’s sure looking that way — During the deep cold of Canadian midwinter, in early February, when the so-called “Freedom Convoy” rolled into Ottawa and settled in, it was something we whispered to each other on Twitter. It sounded outlandish, absurd and hard to imagine. But then, there was so much that didn’t add up. We…

And Americans should be very worried — Candace Owens wants the US to send troops to Canada. While this is of course of great concern to Canadians like myself, it is unlikely at this point that such an attack could materialize before the next American presidential election. It might, however, present a more immediate danger for Americans.

A story of Canadian heroism — It was a cold February day in Ottawa, Ontario, the capital city of Canada. A pair of men on horseback rode down the snowy streets, between rows of transport trucks moored to the ice. …

Resistance poetry — “the calvary has arrived” scream the online sycophants from behind glowing white screens their rhetoric littered with invention and lies — they’ve mislaid too many “u”s to be Canadian a Trump 2024 flag unfurled high on the occupied Ottawa streets like a bullet to the heart of the North as babies scream for…

Resistance poetry — *trigger warning for extremely misogynistic language sit down they tell me you cunt !— it’s over and we’re doing it for you you’ll be so free to sit down and shut up let us pave the road to American “greatness” with the bones of Canadian voices because look at you there showing off your freedom like a little slut you…

Resistance Poetry — like the earth is yawning mouth open, eyes closed in the somnambulant birth of a chasm between us our divides are wide open — wounds, suddenly festering in a place where few knew what was about to happen we are throwing down words — pinpricks at first but later swords at…