Lynn Crosbie | The Walrus

April 2017 / Fiction

It Is I Who Styles Donald Trump

March 17, 2017April 2, 2020 - by Lynn Crosbie

Last night I dreamt I went to Mar-a-Lago again. I stood, shuddering at the gates—was I to be the mistress of an estate named in colloquial Spanish? Then, like all …

Poetry

What Was Once Russia

October 26, 2015January 2, 2020 - by Lynn Crosbie

Finalist for the 2015 Walrus Poetry Prize “The CCP or whatever,” my father says, anxiously. “I’ve been here for fifteen years.” I remind him that Francis is almost fifteen—his limp …

July/August 2015 / Poetry

Modestine

June 17, 2015April 10, 2020 - by Lynn Crosbie

We have each tried to read to him, with no success, except for James, who read him all of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes I …

April 2012 / Fiction

Four Stories

April 12, 2012April 14, 2020 - by Lynn Crosbie

The Life of a Zombie He and I moved in together a week ago, and I am still blown away by my feelings for him. I had given up after …

November 2004 / Poetry

Liar

November 12, 2004May 1, 2020 - by Lynn Crosbie

Today I raked the last of the leaves and apples, our dog, my dog, Frank, running laps with his green ring, irritated. You crossed my mind, as you do each …