Oliver Moorcraft-Sykes is an acclaimed spiritualist, scrivener, and amateur orthodontist living and writing in Winnipeg, Manitoba. His accomplishments are too many and varied to list, but suffice it to say that he’s done everything that George Santos has done, and then some. Should you have any questions or concerns about his writing, please do not hesitate to try and contact him.
In adolescence, I had watched the classic film The Kid, in which Steve McQueen plays a slick and cocky professional poker player. Completely oblivious to any of the film’s deeper messages, and lured by visions of easy money and attractive working hours, I had briefly toyed with the idea of pursuing a career as a… Read more »
Red: The colour of anemones, poppies, chrysanthemums, and lover’s roses. The colour of fresh blood, of hot coals, of rage, of desire, of innocent hearts and concubines’ lips. The colour of roman candles, roadside flares, and fake rubies scattered across slick black tarmac. The colour that appears in the morning to warn sailors of approaching… Read more »
Have you ever felt that there is no venture in life more important than the quest to assemble the perfect Saturday? (I say “assemble, because that is the only way, isn’t it? Putting it together, piece-by-carefully-chosen-piece, like a miniature, silver-plated model of the Eiffel Tower, or a beautifully crafted, hand-painted German jigsaw puzzle.) Have you… Read more »
Of all the senseless cockwomble statements you tend to hear, the one that irritates me like capsicum on the gonads is “whatever doesn’t destroy you makes you stronger”. No, it doesn’t. Trauma, most of the time, is survivable, but it certainly doesn’t enhance your resilience. What really does make us stronger are those things that… Read more »
I was listening to the news over the past few days, hearing about the tragic implosion of Titan, the submersible vessel that had been attempting a descent to the ocean floor to see the wreckage of the Titanic. A tragedy in which the billionaire adventurer who owned and operated the vessel, along with his four… Read more »
There are no really interesting shops in Winnipeg. I refuse to order online, though. So, where could I go if I wanted to purchase a taxidermied coelacanth, for instance, or even an Icelandic grimoire? I would have to travel down some pretty dusty roads to find them, that’s for sure. I have lately come to… Read more »
And the days keeps on worryin’ me There’s a hellhound on my trail –Robert Johnson Even the most stoic, blithe, and unflappable of ladies and gentlemen will sometimes find themselves lost in the shadows, with the black dogs at their heels. I can vouch for this from personal experience. Many times they have come to… Read more »
So, I finally got around to watching Everything Everywhere All at Once. While it had its moments, I have to say that I found it highly overrated. Agreed, it is nowhere near as soul crushingly formulaic as anything from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but it is no masterpiece, either. The fact that it won the… Read more »
I’m sure we have all overdone it and “made a little too merry” at some points in our lives. Perhaps, against our better judgement, we have indulged in that second gin and tonic at the vicar’s charity lawn party. Or else we have gone out for a quick game night pint and some chicken wings… Read more »
Aside from the basic physical characteristics, how much do we really know about the person peering back at us from the bathroom mirror each morning? Sometimes I think I know my own doppelganger only superficially, at best. I know he likes 1960s jazz, Irish poetry, deep-dish pizza, oysters on the half shell, and New York-style… Read more »