writing

a poem of potent prose You created your monster You did an excellent job Congratulations Felicitations For all that you’ve robbed You broke her down But not to restore You pulled her apart And created rot to her core Do you hear those words? Rot to her core Like a discarded piece of fruit All its goodness drained Its sweetness turned to ferment Its nourish evaporated into nothingness The apple doesn’t discard itself It’s bitten and gnawed and chewed and then thrown to the sid

Sketch Comedy piece written for Just For Laughs festival, Montreal. 2004 A senior employee is training a new recruit. Everything is laid out perfectly and neatly. They both have coffee. TRAINER OK, so you know where everything is? You got your coffee? Good, we're ready to roll. Now just let me guide you - don't take too much initiative on your first day. That's when mistakes happen and this is a fast paced job, we can't afford mistakes. Bad things happen JUNIOR Takes a sip of

Poem. Behold No Hold the plant within the seed before the earth or sun or weed Encase her she is fragile, yet strong Water her roots show her belong from roots to shoots her journey will sing when her voice is given the space to take wing with earth and water, air and light she slowly unleashes all her might Within the seed is held the plant as yet untouched but all to grant The richness of the earth determines her birth the water you po

Children's story written for live storytelling event. Montreal, 2001 Cassandra loved Cassandra. In fact, there was nothing the other children could do that she didn't think she was better at. In her opinion she was cleverer, funnier, stronger, faster and better looking than anybody. Most of the other children didn't like Cassandra. They thought she was a snob and would avoid her in the playground. Cassandra didn't care. "I am too good for them anyway," she thought. One mornin