Tag Archives: andrew ryan

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light in the darkness

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Posted on February 8, 2018 by admin in Alcove, All posts

Tagged 2018, andrew ryan, ski hill

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bike gang

when alcove comes to montreal.

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Posted on February 16, 2014 by admin in Alcove, Montreal

Tagged andrew ryan, kirk irwin, Sean McDonald, uncle denis

the parade

Posted on April 17, 2012 by nyx | Comments Off

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Posted in All posts, Montreal

Tagged 2012, amy vaillancourt, andrew ryan, black and white 35mm, Jessica Fahey, Listpoem, monteal

raccoon candy-cane

Posted on November 2, 2011 by nyx | Comments Off

flavor of the week.

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Posted in All posts, Montreal

Tagged All posts, amy vaillancourt, andrew ryan, darryl singh, Jessica Fahey, Listpoem, montreal, nyx, raccoon pack

the killing scene (out takes)

Posted on August 3, 2011 by nyx | Comments Off

this is a scene that does not fit the ‘script’.
this is filmed in super 8.
this is the slowest runner in all the world playing their instruments.
this is a bus graveyard.
this is a beautiful frenzy.
this is guts and glory.
this is thank you.

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Posted in All posts, Movies

Tagged amy vaillancourt, andrew ryan, david remple, helen bradly, laura, Listpoem, matt snell, oj, rebecca, sam, sean ryan, siobhan, the slowest runner in all the world

welcome home to alcove

Posted on May 1, 2011 by nyx | Comments Off

every season is Junk’s favorite season, but when the sun is shining in Alcove , Junk is particularly alluring.

magpies crash, from glinting metal escaping through patches of rust,

Junk cars arrive unannounced in the night to huddle with each other,

farm tools breach former roles to appease the whims of Alcovian s.

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Posted in Alcove, All posts

Tagged andrew ryan, Junk, Listpoem, magpies, pitchfork

Bird of Prey

Posted on October 26, 2010 by nyx | Comments Off

Discovered in the attic of a grandfather house.

it has slowly decomposed allowing the feather to reveal

the fleshy straw of its innards, much like a vulture.

A few wires cage its fragility though it is paraded about town in the passenger seat of a car.

I had been warned not to look into its eyes; I dared and I saw their glassy truth.

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Posted in Alcove, All posts

Tagged amy vaillancourt, andrew ryan, attic, bird of prey, construction, fall, Listpoem, quebec, uncle denis