Monday Morning .
Monday Morning Kings Road buses run late punctiliously. Beasts of burden. Good morning: all roads lead to work. We'll get you there, rest assured. Some cold today, and No, after you. I'm alone when I sit down to write, have to be, else it's a no go. A girl. Sometimes we go to someone's house or the bar in the Days Inn. Not much else, she says across the aisle as we pass the mall. I bring a Thermos of coffee with me, I reply. Since, if you save the cost of a cup a day over a lifetime, well, you've really got something. Do you know the signs of stroke? Debt problems? -- call Atlantic Debt Solutions. Thank you for not smoking. This bus kneels. The TV is too much with me. Neither here nor there. A man was killed behind my building, on the tracks. Trains don't kneel. I think I heard a whistle around 6 am. Have a theory about the whole affair, but the coverage is so bad out here. You'd think they'd provide a shelter at this stop. Once the snow flies, I don't know what I'll do. Driver said he might've been dead before it hit him. Maybe a drunk taking a shortcut home. Maybe suicide, the recession, you know. Thank god the construction on Welton is over or I might have joined him. Success is just outside your door: Nova Scotia Career College. Run for the Cure: who are you running for? I might have seen a shoe through the trees from my balcony, but it's further than you'd think. I'm afraid this transfer might be no good at the other end. I'll never know his name. Had to sacrifice my cable connection to save the budget.
Jesse Patrick Ferguson resides in Sydney, Cape Breton, where he teaches English and plays the guitar, mandolin, bodhran and fiddle with varying success. In 2009, Freehand Books published his first full-length book, Harmonics. He is currently reading Ken Babstock's Days into Flatspin, Christina Brown's The Yoga Bible: The Definitive Guide to Yoga and the October issue of the Walrus.