The Blackest Bloom (Part 2/2)

by Nicholas Siennicki “Have you been able to establish a connection to Earth?” “Negative Captain.” “I’m inclined to believe what the Old Man is saying.” “Understood, Captain. What is our next course of action?” “I… I don’t know.” Silence on the other line. The Captain sniffed softly to himself as he rolled back his eyes. “I thought things were different.” “Would you like me to … Continue reading The Blackest Bloom (Part 2/2)

The Blackest Bloom (Part 1/2)

by Nicholas Amadeus Siennicki The Captain stood in front of the bridge doors for a second, rubbing a dirt-caked hand across his gleaming forehead. He took two long breaths in, and stepped towards the soundless doors as they slipped open. “What’s the situation?” He said as he made his way to his chair, flicking some soil from under his habitually dirty nails. He sat down … Continue reading The Blackest Bloom (Part 1/2)

Born Apart

by Nicholas Siennicki They saw me conquer the world with a few innocent men Holding onto their definitions of divinity Praying on tombstones of father’s slain here That this time, oh this time, all this was for real   But I sold all their souls For a shot at glory For a chance at the throne   They saw me conquer the world with a … Continue reading Born Apart

Edmonton Opera’s ‘Elektra’: Mostly Electrifying

by Nicholas Siennicki If there’s nothing else to be taken away from this review, it’s that if you, dear reader, even have a passing fancy in the arts, go see Elektra. The performance may not be the absolute pinnacle of the form, but it is relentlessly entertaining, investing, short, and intelligible. In other words, a performance that is both pleasing to the connoisseur, and the … Continue reading Edmonton Opera’s ‘Elektra’: Mostly Electrifying

Train(ing)

by Nicholas Amadeus Siennicki She looked up from the glare of her phone screen, closing her eyes for a moment as she stretched her back and allowed her head to roll backwards. The monotonous thudding of metal wheels running along tracks pervaded through the barrier of sound that her headphones were creating, just for a moment. She looked down at her phone again, but quickly paused … Continue reading Train(ing)

Cycle this Halcyon Daze

by Nicholas Siennicki Content Warning: Graphic Depictions of Mental Disorder The boy tapped a forefinger against the side of an empty coffee mug, and each stroke spelled out his countenance more obviously than words ever could. She was acutely aware that they had been sitting in silence for what was now fast becoming an uncomfortably long time. Her brain tried to rifle through a rolodex … Continue reading Cycle this Halcyon Daze

Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo Review (Alberta Ballet)

I love the ballet. There’s some indelible beauty in watching the perfection of human grace, form, and movement. The ballet reaches for impossible heights and makes them seem almost attainable, remaining just tantalizingly out of reach. When a ballet manages to accomplish all of these things, one feels transported into another realm entirely, enraptured by the feeling of magic and limitless wonder. When it fails … Continue reading Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo Review (Alberta Ballet)