The door

G. had finally found a door to his size. (Montreal, June 3019). And he opened it… An old pick-up & radio was playing a Charleston. Absolutely nothing happened. Ai Weiwei expo. Mexico, 2029. “The wire” wrapped its final season. Then came the eagle, looking for the rabbit. The Chinelo dancer froze. The young girl finished her ice-cream.…

The Red Lord

I am the High Lord, Red is my colour, Hatred my word, I have no honour. I am the red Lord Sweet is the song of blood Quick is my sword Slaughter, massacre and flood Are my trade. To no end, Mercy you bade. I am the last fiend. Terror is your fate Carnage my…

King Quake

  Super quake, Saint Tremor, King Tremor, Great Earthfreak. Riftmaker. Great splitter, terror of the Cuauhtémoc Earthly indigestion, urban rattle.   Thirty years ago, in Eighty-five, From Acapulco to the District We felt your fury, O King of the Quakes.   Today along the city streets Between car and tortilla fumes, The rumour spreads in…

The writer’s den

An old dilapidated 19th century house at the end of an unkempt garden. The door was open. To an uncanny display. I was expecting yet another series of altars to the dead such as the one above. Or an offering of corn, arranged on volcanic earth, framed by flowers. (Stage right) Or, stage left, a…

Time-warp hazards

Scotty to Captain: “Time-warp modules are down, Sir.” “What do you mean ‘down’? We’re in the middle of a tunnel in bl..dy Tlalpan!” “Sorry, Sir. The Orange man has blocked our main Canadian Time-warp supplier.” “Bombardier? I thought they only did Metro trains and stuff.” “In a previous time-slot, Sir. They have now extended into…

The black Queen

Nguyen Van Ty was a peaceful man. He’d arrived at the small village in Tonkin many years ago. Apparently from nowhere. Some of the villagers said he had a Saïgon accent, others assured he came from the Imperial city of Hué. He was dressed as a peasant, but his manners, his education, his delicate hands…