I am labeled Canadian though I don’t choose to
be. My parents sold me to the corporation that is Canada when they registered
my birth and so I am an asset on their books. Still, I am unworthy of the label just
as it is unworthy of me. I deny it! But then, there seems no other place for me;
no habitable place left unconquered on this shell of earth which we have made
small.
Flash Fiction: Don’t Forget the Veg…
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As Joel looked through the kitchen cupboard this evening, what he saw could
best be described as “organized chaos”. Oh wait, no, it wasn’t even
organized. ...
3 hours ago
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