Fortunate am I to be bilingual for this has permitted me to watch a French-dubbed "Downtown Abbey" story which lately I have become addicted to. Though I would have preferred watching it in its original language I was pleased to touch base with a program that has touched my mind. Happy was I in the … Continue reading Bilingualism: Marjolaine Brodeur
Category: Poets
Colours: Marjolaine Brodeur
Spring has come slowly to us,Bringing with it its palette of colors.They are vibrant and are meant to be so;To feed our souls with their array. An end to winter and its malaise,Spring with its colors nourish us.Bringing us in better balance with life,So necessary for so many of us who hope. Hope for better … Continue reading Colours: Marjolaine Brodeur
Special Dreams: Joyce Lancaster
When you go to sleep.So quiet the stars are resting,The sun is in full view.Winter is in full rest.The birds are in their nests.Children sleep.When you sleepYou can’t hear a peep.
Gimme my Hot Cup of Tea: John Oross
All my lifeI’ve been homeless and alone, without a love of my own.What I have given away, trying to get her to look my way.There she is.She came from afar, left my heart and soul ajar.Then she walked away, touring about our world. I’ve kept her in my heart.Yes, right from the start. Gimme, gimme, … Continue reading Gimme my Hot Cup of Tea: John Oross
A Feverish Grin: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love Saved by a child cold and alone on the railroads tracksOr maybe I heard wrongIt’s probably because of Poulin ExterminatorsA hive of activity deep in the funk of existenceOr on my skinCaptured by a prejudice pure and simpleThe contempt of mothers waiting to drop another shoeCrying our … Continue reading A Feverish Grin: James Adamson
On Time: Cassandra Kulay
Time has a rhythm,like breathing, rising and falling.Special occasions calling.Diamond encrusted moments,embedded into our memory.Slow to come and fast evaporating. We’re all just getting through the day, somehow.Until days turn into weeks, turn into months, turn into seasons.Searching for the meaning,Finding new reasons to be.Inventing a narrative for ourselves that pushes us forward,or takes us … Continue reading On Time: Cassandra Kulay
Consciousness: Cassandra Kulay
Dreams cut a swath through my consciousness.Living in relief of my thoughts, my obsessions, and my fragile impressions.Love blooms like a cactus in the desert.Prickly but soft in the center.Those nightmares that stop my soul in its tracks.Left so exposed to the highs and lows.The heat and the cold.The paralysis induced by paranoia.A vision unfolds … Continue reading Consciousness: Cassandra Kulay
Nirvana: Brittney Fox
I think of my experience here, as a pile of rotating organisms on this planet.And I think of my own expiry.When it becomes the exact time for my extinction.My distinct, estimated time of arrival to Elsewhere.Where you simply fall out of your skin and suddenly exist amongst euphoric bliss;Leaving behind only your ashes and currency.I … Continue reading Nirvana: Brittney Fox
Flowers: Daniel Caneda
You can feel it in your soulIn your heart…The minute that you knowWhen somebody departs… You then express it through the musicAnd the artGive them their flowersYou should have known from the startThat (flowers)Are grown through the rain and sunshineWe need both even though when it comes timeTo heal, we tend to overlook the rainy … Continue reading Flowers: Daniel Caneda
Optimism: Robert St. Germain
If everything was dark then the dark would be trivial.If there was no light then we would not notice the dark.And the dark would have no romance.No living thing can live without light, for light is part of us all.If you never come out of your own word then you will miss out on life.You … Continue reading Optimism: Robert St. Germain
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