Canada, land of opportunity and distant memories

Raya Sleka was with her friends at High Park when she heard something fly over her head, instinctively she ducked for cover, afraid. Her friends laughed saying “You’re in Canada now, it’s safe.” “It ended up being an air show, but I almost wanted to cry, for me it wasn’t a joke. I just came from Syria. I struggled a lot with just the idea … Continue reading Canada, land of opportunity and distant memories

My night at Crews & Tangos

An empty streetcar and a cold December night, nothing out of the ordinary except tonight, I was on my way to a drag show to experience a new world. According to a study by Michael Moncrieff, professor at Geneva University drag queens differ from transsexual persons in that they are gay individuals wearing feminine clothing with the explicit goal of performing in front of audiences.  … Continue reading My night at Crews & Tangos

The squared circle of dreams

There was a time when wrestling ruled the world, that time may never come again but that hasn’t stopped the stories of the sport from being told and born. Wrestling is a theatre of madness, a baptism by fire that burned ferociously for decades, the intensity of its flames has cooled in popular culture over the last few years but Canadian indies haven’t stopped saying … Continue reading The squared circle of dreams

The horrors of war in Come and See (1985)

Soviet times are often demonized in the West, even a small collection of words in her favor straps in for a ride of a particularly colorful dose of anti-communism. Well regardless of which political stance you take, there is one horror any common person worth a damn could unify under and that’s war, and all the ugly beasts it unleashed.  Come and See was a … Continue reading The horrors of war in Come and See (1985)


I ate the apple and fled the garden, I built civilizations and crushed them, all in one breathe. I killed mammoths with pointy spears and bathed forests with great fires.  I rode horseback as knights protecting kings, took the form of roaming ronins during the Edo period, chopped heads in Nanjing for my emperor, and dropped nuclear bombs in Hiroshima in the name of freedom. … Continue reading Y

Journalism and a momentary rant with no purpose from a disciple

A moment of magic. That’s what I thought I’d experience. I remember, I, a child chasing the seductive ball around the endless green pitch, my first love was football, the charming European cousin to the American brute.  And much like a bitter ending to a French new wave film we parted ways, she was far too good for me, I was not up to the … Continue reading Journalism and a momentary rant with no purpose from a disciple

Fred Hampton and the footsteps he left behind

Fred Hampton recently re-entered the public’s minds after the film Judas and the Black Messiah began rumbling with Oscar buzz, yet the story behind the man is a tale worth much more than simple award-season buzz.  Growing up a young Black boy I was searching for heroes, I’ll never forget the day I stumbled upon Fred Hampton, It was a voice that made sense to … Continue reading Fred Hampton and the footsteps he left behind

what the hell was I doing in an art gallery today?

Today was my first time waking into any form of an art gallery, I would often pass by them and think them too exclusive and elite for me to simply understand, never mind entering their immense presence, I felt like I’ll be a frog among princes. Yet this week I found some spare bravery and attended Art Toronto 2021. As part of my habit I … Continue reading what the hell was I doing in an art gallery today?

To You, Familiar Demon

It’s a brisk morning today, the air is cold with a taste of melancholy, I miss something, something that is still here. Death, why do you come around so gingerly. Oh heavens, something’s staring at me, something that breathes down my neck with a stench of familiarity. I don’t need to speak your name, you’ll just keep picking at my wounds with your sharp talons, … Continue reading To You, Familiar Demon

Midnight Train 1989: Ode to Youth

Beatdown streets of Memphis, a love letter to Elvis Pressley, and the specter of the stories he left behind. Jim Jarmusch’s 1989 flick Mystery Train is a snapshot of Americana, at its grimy glory.  The journey begins at the sideview of a teenaged couple from Yokohama sitting across each other as the noise of the train tracks greet the viewer’s ear. Leather jackets and well cared … Continue reading Midnight Train 1989: Ode to Youth