PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER: Sandra Ruttan

TELEVISION The joke in this house is that my husband is all about movies and I’m all about TV; I love a great series, the kind that has season-long arcs, memorable characters. I’ve been doing a lunch rewatch of Fargo, season 1, recently. I love the storytelling, the characters, the intricate way the threads weave…

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER: Beau Johnson

TELEVISION I do love good TV, yup.  Some of my favourites being Breaking Bad, Justified, Lost, The Golden Girls, Hannibal (gone too soon) Bosch, X-files (season 1-7 only, sorry Doggett), the first 2 seasons of Battlestar Galactica and the TV movie Razor, The Office, Friends…I could go on.  Currently I’m in love with Fleabag and…

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER S.W. Lauden

  TELEVISION  I watched a lot of TV throughout my childhood and early teen years. As I got older, I started turning my back on TV for long periods to make time for other things (music, books, concerts, writing, etc.), so I’ve missed out on a lot of big cultural moments in the last couple…

Taco Truck By Nick Kolakowski

  She doesn’t look like much, Jesus sometimes mused, but she gets us through. Under his baby’s dented hood roared a Chevy 350 V8 capable of zero to sixty in a blistering twenty seconds, provided you pointed her down a steep hill before you hit the gas. Inside the onboard kitchen, the exhaust fan hacked…

The Weather Prophet by Paul D. Brazill

It had been another one of those seemingly endless days when, like King Midas in reverse, everything I touched turned to shit. True, cold calling was a thankless and futile task at the best of times. In fact, most people in the company hated it but me, well, I just seemed to have a knack for it. A…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…

“Sprinkles” by Ward Howarth

In my hand, the 2 x 4 feels like a weapon. Which it is, in a way. A weapon of choice. Leverage for a new life, both literally and figuratively. To be honest, I had considered using a handheld blowtorch to melt down the outside door handle of my in-laws’ screened-in back porch and render…

Starting Over by Tim Gerstmar

Jay Thompson rubbed his clean-shaven head. He had just finished his last shift at the bakery, and they threw him an impromptu going away party. They wanted to take him out afterwards, but he told them he had an appointment, said his goodbyes, and left. He was off to Marine bootcamp tomorrow, and while he…

Anger Management by Paul D. Brazill

I used to get angry all the time. Especially when I was a teenager. The “difficult years,” doctors used to call it. As if there could ever be any other with a father like mine. I’d see crimson, burn up like a volcano, rant, rave, spit, scream – the whole deal. Sometimes I’d even black…