This headline alone should terrify every non-French, non-white person living in Quebec: Continue reading Quebec Terrorism Tradition Revived
…We DID burn it down during the War of 1812.
And we’re not above doing it again.
Don’t test us, eh?
God fucking damn, depression just rolls over me like a fucking hurricaine.
It tears my entire self to shreds, doing collateral damage along the way (When the Steve Suit gets blown off).
And then one morning I wake up…and it’s gone.
I don’t feel fantastc, I don’t feel great, I don’t feel good.
But I feel Okay.
For now, that’s enough.
I’ve failed as a writer, I’ve failed as a husband, I’ve failed as a father, clearly I’ve failed as a friend as it’s been over a year since eith of my supposed best friends would speak to me…
I’ve failed and failed and failed some more…I’ve failed so much I don’t want to live anymore.
I’m alone, I can’t find a job, and it looks like my former employer has poisoned the well after my little post-traumatic stress breakdown at work that they fired me over “We’re a family here to help” my ask…I can’t find work since losing my job, my unemployment’s running out and there’s not a fucking soul I can turn to.
I’m so fucking sick of it all…
They Came in Peace, upon which so much was riding, has failed to find a publisher.
I give up.
White Privilege is Real
A Poem by Steve Karmazenuk Continue reading White Privilege is Real
…I was assaulted on my morning commute. I was crossing from subway platform to platform, moving with one crowd and trying to not crowd the crowd moving the other way.
My Eldest is afraid her mother is trying to “make me go away”…I had to promise her that nothing could ever stop me from being her father, or being there when she needed me.
I have done so much to crawl out of the low Hell I dug for myself, for the sake of my children…but my former friend, lover, the woman who bore my children, seems determined to rend them from me.
Am I so vile? Am I so despicable? Am I so unworthy of forgivenes…or at the very least, Human Kindness?
So…a while ago I initiated my children to the Larger World of the Star Wars Cinematic Universe, with a pre-Christmas Movie Night consisting of a viewing of the original, what-made-me-into-the-writer-I-am-today Star Wars episode IV, A New Hope. Continue reading My Daughters, My Son, and The Empire Strikes Back
When I read the news, I almost broke down.