The milky way: two excerpts.The excerpts are derived from a long work-in-progress about a murder in my neighbourhood (Parkdale, Toronto Parkdale is a neighbourhood in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
The Village of Parkdale was annexed by the City of Toronto in 1889. It was once an elite residential suburb, home to large Victorian mansions and views of Lake Ontario. ), referred to as "The Torso Murder," where a woman's body parts were found, two years ago, all over the city: her torso was in an alley near me called the Milky Way Milky Way, the galaxy of which the sun and solar system are a part, seen as a broad band of light arching across the night sky from horizon to horizon; if not blocked by the horizon, it would be seen as a circle around the entire sky. . Her boyfriend was eventually arrested and awaits trial. The man who found the bagged body thought he had found "a dead pig."
She tried to make it all romantic, with Dollarama valentines, her habit of leaving notes in my pockets, squeezing ketchup hearts on burgers, saying how I smelled.
Like hickory Hickory, city, United States
Hickory, city (1990 pop. 28,301), Burke and Catawba counties, W N.C., at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mts.; inc. 1870. It is a processing and trade center for an abundant agricultural region (grain, soybeans, poultry, hogs, smoke or musk or little marshmallows. She smelled like air freshener air freshener n → ambientador m
air freshener air n → désodorisant m
air freshener air n → ; sometimes, like something snatched from a pile.
Once, a peony peony (pē`ənē), any plant of the genus Paeonia of the family Ranunculaceae (buttercup family, although placed in the order Dilleniales as a separate family, the Paeoniaceae, by many modern botanists), mostly Eurasian species .
Just waking she shook her head and her hair fell like a flower, and breathed like one.
That we might stay inside together until it rained and it snowed. Until the floors opened over the weight of trees; that she might make me something warm in a red glass that went down like honey and arrows, that tasted bitter and wrong.
Something damp and heavy, or petals or scales.
While moving through the system, I was asked about what brought me here, or there.
The worst stories yield the best results, if their truth or power implodes in the telling. No one ever wonders if feeling joy is also relevant.
What it is to be dirty and weak, tranced into a memory of sheer bliss that breaks you worse than any beating.
A mouthful of silver hair, riding the bench of a car stalled by an endless black river. A pretty mouth singing assent An intentional approval of known facts that are offered by another for acceptance; agreement; consent.
Express assent is manifest confirmation of a position for approval. ; walking straight and with purpose; having someone answer when you call.
Spare change, I would call, towards the end.
It came, on occasion, as letters in a sentence about how far I had moved away.
I never speak of my youth, because I have looked too long there as a way of beginning a story that makes no sense.
The idea of being clean, or hopeful disgusts me as lime on a corpse.
I wish I had been hatched on a piece of meat; that is, more sensibly.
I am lying in my bedroom, listening to music as my mother makes dinner; voluptuously depressed. I have no idea what will happen, how the disorder I cultivate will advance and change me.
I would have been listening to something about how I felt, sick and dirty, more dead than alive, oblivious to the idea that if you invite despair, it may never leave.
Then there is love that I assumed would go on forever.
I thought she may be the last, but only because I was tired of its familiarity and phrasing. How it always started wild then turned into the metal or fabric of a cage.
I love you so much, she would say, hanging onto me like a line staked to a cliff.
You too, I always said, wondering at what we risk in case of loneliness.
At how lonely we are, anyways an·y·ways
In any case.
Adv. 1. anyways - used to indicate that a statement explains or supports a previous statement; "Anyhow, he is dead now"; "I think they're asleep; anyhow, they're quiet"; "I , turning into an X as the night descends, forcing us into dreams of who we are, however loved, and unknown.
Lynn Crosbie is a Toronto writer and liberal studies professor at the Ontario College of Art and Design. She writes a weekly column on popular culture for The Globe and Mail. She is currently reading the short stories of Amy Hempel Amy Hempel (born December 14, 1951) is an American short story writer, journalist, and university professor at Sarah Lawrence College. Hempel, who was born in Chicago, Illinois, is a former student of Gordon Lish, in whose workshop she wrote several of her first stories. , Slavoj Zizek's A Parallax parallax (pâr`əlăks), any alteration in the relative apparent positions of objects produced by a shift in the position of the observer. In astronomy the term is used for several techniques for determining distance. View, Corinne May Botz's The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death, Natsuo Kirino's Grotesque and True Confessions True Confessions was a magazine published by Fawcett Publications, beginning in 1922. With a cover price of 25 cents, the front cover of the October, 1922, issue heralded, "Our Thousand Dollar Prize Winner—'All Hell Broke Loose'. magazine.