The Literary Underground

Satan’s Choice Drug Run We are driving through Blind River, on our way back from camp. Past the dragon boat races and that half-demented dentist who should have stopped pulling teeth over a decade ago. And looking to the nearest corner of the Tim Hortons...

The Second of December Who calls a wife from the hospital at 3 am to tell her she’s a widow? My call comes five minutes later as I prepare for an early shift at work. My mother tells me she’s a widow. The December morning sky holds no stars as I drive...

PUNK ROCK FAMILY I remember those daze well, those daze as a young man So full of passion and a desire to live this life as if that day could Be my last day on earth & a fair few came a hell of a lot Closer than even I’d like to admit. There were...

we could’ve had the world instead we’ve got cell phones our heads buried up our asses as a fat fascist sits in the white house perfecting the art of grift while on the groggy morning subway train the tinny tick tock of last year’s big summer hit plays...