Bob Wiseman

After food poisoning some weeks ago, found myself viewing videos of the food path. Camera angles on food traveling down the esophagus into the stomach, into the goop of enzymes […]

been trying to practise away from the piano or to put it another way when i’m away from the piano i try to run my thoughts through some of the […]

It’s been four months but I have almost completed my taxes. The only way I can make sense out of why I avoid it is the boring activity. Many receipts […]

My brother Ronnie bought me some used records for my eleventh birthday. These were all from the Stereo Swap Shop on Osbourne street. That store destroyed my little brain, a […]

There was a squirrel in High Park eating a peanut. I watched it’s little claws hold the peanut in prayer position like a vice and it’s tiny mouth surgically removed […]

It often seems to me a certain kind of energy interferes with direct communication as if a magnet is pulling things to move in a specific direction. Even following a […]

At a certain point when I was a boy they took me to the house of a piano teacher, an older woman who had two grand pianos side by side. […]

One time there was a student in my class who wrote about madness as a natural part of humankind’s existence. She believed there were omnipresent examples of this in society […]

I’m listening to Ellen McIlwain Can’t believe I missed this train She’s a monster that’s for sure Love the way an outsider cures I’m listening to Ellen McIlwaine Some say […]

ralph: I make the same mistakes and then I think about the mistakes all the time and how unlikely I am to get it together. I don’t know if I’m […]