Articles by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Poem

"...And if someone was foolish enough to pay me..."

"...knitted trains of intricate boldface patterns..."

"...it would be reasonable to consult a metallic wristwatch..."

"...the glow retreats, done is the day of toil..."

"...Money is spent hieroglyphs to the child mind..."

"...mating in the warring dogfight sky..."

"...victory for compression sock gentrification..."

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his other half and mounds of snow.

"...there is hope even if you disbelieve it..."

"...They cannot be seen or heard..."

"The publishers get antsy. And you can hardly blame them..."

"...so that you never have to stop gambling..."

"Like a mouldy ragdoll..."

"...half a world away from the rest of the sweat..."

"...a wine that pairs well with the offering..."

"Ever watch the art gallery crowd trounce through a visit?..."

"...Any love I once had for this place is gone...."

"...he didn't just want to be another one of them..."

"...more people who want you to drown than ever think you can swim..."

"...guitar solos long and scraggly as 19th century beards..."

"...Just an island all alone..."

"...There is money in my pocket which greatly reduces instances of famine..."

"...The actresses he hired jumped a bus out of town..."

"Any man who can't save himself can certainly promise to save others..."

"...The ballet is silly because I prefer to dance by myself..."

"...did favours for the Sicilian mob..."

"...the decay of hope like worms in the garden..."

"...Scorsese broke kneecaps in the name of realism..."

"...the way you vacuum the carpet in acute angles..."

"...and sweet cricket song..."

"...LOOK THERE AT THAT CRACK!..."

"...We all kill so easily, don't we?..."

"...everyone did nothing but grow bitter..."

"...Old habits don't die until bad ones do..."

"Do you ever see things in the carpet..."

"...unforgiving Canadian winter..."

"Before I even turn on my computer..."

"...Please don't let it be Ohio!..."

"...Realize I am getting this second hand..."

"...what they had was real as the moon in the sky..."

"...he said that Karl was not a Marx brother..."

"...hit me all the way down the street..."

"...that first time I got the better of my bully..."

"...you begin to see the rollercoaster in everything..."

"...this back basement that has never held bodies in it..."

"...That way she makes you fall in love..."

"...how the sudden spark of your words could ignite..."

"...big as the buildings all around him..."

"...I ask him about the last time he's been anywhere..."