I can’t stand it anymore. I mean it’s horrific. It forgives no one, senior nor child, man or woman. In fact, its trickery and the advertising mechanisms are so enticingly detrimental, it should be tried for war crime. It’s a label that stigmatises us. You rather be anything but that. It’s beyond a schoolyard taunt, … Continue reading Fat Freedom Day: Jason Cheung
Category: Poets
Flowers: Jordan Derkson
Does the wind know how to Blow? Does the Bluejay do anything to fly, other than flapping its wings? Does it know how to speak squirrel, do they send tweets from tree to tree? Is that the sound of the forest? Does it listen? Does it speak? Does the dragonfly know how to hunt or … Continue reading Flowers: Jordan Derkson
Song of the Feral Child: Cassandra Kulay
You call to me, there is something crucial in my not noticing you reaching To pet me, what you think will help Doesn’t, don’t help me. If I die, Dark or shuddering, exultant or pitiful, That death is mine and nothing owns my soul. You offer the impoverished Something that has too high a price, … Continue reading Song of the Feral Child: Cassandra Kulay
To Be, To Belong, To Become: Ruth McLean
We are human beings Who belong to the family of man; We are here to learn and grow, To become the best that we can And nothing can stop us being so. We are here at the S.S.C. Convention To learn and grow some more; No matter where we are There are better things in … Continue reading To Be, To Belong, To Become: Ruth McLean
Reaching Out: Raime Goldberg
Wanting to reach out to something that isn't there wanting, but not believing that I will ever have Thirsting, but not believing that I will ever drink I am alone, and yet I am not I am, but an echo of the word Waiting, and wanting to be heard unexpectedly at times I hear and … Continue reading Reaching Out: Raime Goldberg
Next to Time: James Adamson
Time is so close to me Its movement can be Mistaken for my soul. My knowledge sieves through The seconds and my actions Are the years of the century Stepped on as though degrees Of the earth, the minutes and Seconds of our globe Machine to make me a Tooth in a sprocket Like I … Continue reading Next to Time: James Adamson
Montreal at Night: Spencer Elliot Carr
The city is alive, Some dopamine-drenched dream, Or serotonin-stupor, There must be some meaning, An answer, a reason, The lights are eerie, I feel real, but surroundings Are a nighttime dreamscape, Odd things hold importance, Election signs in the moonlight, Edith Laperle, Debout pour Outremont, How can I be sure if I am awake, Such … Continue reading Montreal at Night: Spencer Elliot Carr
Clearing Space: Jim Beckta
Hasn’t enough been said? Words pile up like so much trash. And more line up. Pulling out old corpses stored in the mud, pulling them onto the beach where the tide can pull them out to sea and little fish with mighty jaws may grind them up so they become sand and coral and butterflies … Continue reading Clearing Space: Jim Beckta
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