what is a writer? a miserable little pile of unpublished secrets.

It’s not the ideal outcome, but I can’t help but be proud to see women of any nation get a medal around their neck for playing hockey.

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I think my favourite part of winter is when my thumbs disintegrate.

Had to buy myself an e-reader because of all the horny hockey books I’m plowing through. What a world.

Just waiting on the Conor Garland trade so I can fully die inside #canucks

Sure, the natural world is nice, but I could stare at a piece like this forever. This is the kind of art I covet. PS. This is a painting #lukaspriecko

Bro, do you even yearn?

Poem by Renee Good poets.org/2020-on-lear...

So sad to hear of the passing of Hal Wake. I met him through the Vancouver Writer’s Festival where he was Artistic Director, and he was just the kindest man. Made me feel important as a writer, sure, but even as an audience member. Absolute master of hugs. Sigh. Rest well, Hal.

These are who I named my two cars after. Happy New Year, now you know me.

Cuddles were sublime this year.

My health has never been shittier and I’ve also never felt more hopeful. Must be the healing properties of Christmas cookies.

Christmas miracle indeed. Someone got the best D 💙

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My parents tree doing that aurora borealis thing I love. Merry Christmas, friends 🎄

🎄#GothicAdvent

The vibes at Ross and 43rd-ish are pretty good if anyone in Vancouver is looking for sparkle ✨

Okay, I’m still pissed about Quinn but this made me chuckle

I know hockey is a business but Quinn Hughes was such a lovely human beyond the ice. He had a poetry anthology on his shelf for the love of god. Of COURSE I’d kill for this kid. So until these news guys arrive with laser focus and, I dunno, fucking Rupi Kaur collections, I will remain inconsolable.

The hockey team I love is now my mortal enemy, this is new and interesting #canucks

Where’re my Bonne Maman jam advent people at? Today’s flavour is 🔥 I’m talking next level myrtilles

I can let all the Canucks-last-in-the-league talk roll off me pretty well, but I am absolutely not built for Quinn-Hughes-leaving talk. Nope.

Early morning, Fraser River.

Starting each Friday night with therapy is so discombobulating. I spend 50 minutes dissecting damage done by [REDACTED ADVERSE CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCE] then re-enter the world and some guy is just loitering outside a restaurant pounding a deep-fried mac and cheese donut? Show some respect, Glen.

Canadian-born artist Michael Swaney creates whimsical art from his studio in Spain. https://canadianartjunkie.com/2025/09/04/michael-swaneys-popular-childlike-art/

Nothing makes me feel more inadequate than attempting to read medical journal articles. Blah blah meta-analysis argle bargle cohort subtype. I give up, Doogie et al.

Get yourself a person who surprises you with the clearly haunted vintage Danish paper Santa advent calendar you’ve been eyeing for multiple years but could never justify the price of.

Sure, this whole Canucks-in-fighter-jets thing is cool but to market to me I’m gonna need Garland in progressive lenses, reading a Sharon Olds poem and sucking Dairymilk squares.

Totally invisible. 🫥 #art #oilpainting

Genuinely moved when I reunited Lily with Florian, her deceased poltergeist fiancée, on Fishdom this morning if you want to know my mental state these days.

This book is my TS12 @palimpsestpress.bsky.social

Pictured: one unbothered tyke on a bike. Out of frame: at least 30 people unabashedly hucking leaves in the air and taking selfies 🍂🍁🍃 (Mountain View Cemetery, Vancouver)

Look at me watching a sports event played on thawed terrain.

the Muppets have been real quiet since the Louvre heist

where my day job poets at

‘I Want My Loved Ones to Go With Me’ by Noah Cyrus is one of the most perfect albums I’ve heard in years. If you like gorgeous mournful lap-steel country that confirms loving someone is absolutely a shit deal, give it a listen. Again, perfection.

Based on the cover of Seascraper by Benjamin Wood. #inktober #inktober2025 #drawing

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Really sad to discover that the City of Vancouver has ended Mountain View Cemetery’s Night for All Souls. It feels incredibly out of touch to take away a beautiful community event that helps people move through innumerable types of grief, particularly this year. Hopefully it’s just a pause.

Salvador Dali was alive at the same time as Kevin Durant.

Injured myself sleeping on the visitor side of my tempurpedic

Seascraper may not have been shortlisted for the Booker Prize today, but I felt this novel deeply and I’m so proud of my friend for his discipline and brilliance in writing it #benjaminwood #bookerprize

Not sure my constitution can handle having discovered Ethel Cain this week.

when I save the lines I cut from poems to use in later poems

"Whether it’s harnessing a horse, cooking a fry-up or tuning a guitar, Wood transforms the quotidian into the poetic..." The Guardian reviewed Booker finalist SEASCRAPER by Benjamin Wood, on sale 11/4. https://bit.ly/4mGdzTw

Look, my friend wrote Seascraper and this is now a Seascraper fan page and you bet I’m gonna heart every Seascraper post I find as I obsessively refresh my search for Seascraper hey did I mention Seascraper

Jeff Hiller deserved every bit of that Emmy. Somebody Somewhere was so special and Joel’s character was the beating heart of it. I really hope the show can be revived someday.

The last 18 months have mentally and physically filleted me, and I can’t tell you how happy I am knowing hockey is back soon. I don’t even care about the Cup anymore. I just want to see Conor and Brock and Quinn and Thatcher and all the other guys that sound like they’re from Dead Poets Society.

Looks like I only sleep every second night now, which is truly a grim treat