It’s called ‘ideation’, that feeling you get in oncoming traffic, a casual swerve into the median, stepping off the innocent curb, as if it were the edge of a subway platform, walking down the sidewalk, as if each footfall will carry you off the brink, taking pictures from a balcony, and wondering what would happen … Continue reading Fine Circle (or the poem I unfortunately cannot share with anyone): Spencer Elliot Carr
As Far as You Can See: Gautam Bharath
There is always something we don't want to do, as there will be something we want to; it gets real irritating sometimes - inside, to the final decision we have no clue. Though "Why?" has always been the toughest question, even in elementary through secondary education; it takes too much of thought process, sometimes we … Continue reading As Far as You Can See: Gautam Bharath
Blinded by Smoke: Elton Plett
The rough side of a diamond That’s what you were to me Now there’s just empty space Where you used to be. The rough side of a diamond And I loved you that way Hard and hidden Shrouded in mystery. My love for you will always remain Long after this song and its sad refrain … Continue reading Blinded by Smoke: Elton Plett
He replied “That’s my style man”: Spencer Elliot Carr
I used to be like Alice in Wonderland, Blazing knee-high neon-striped socks, Collection of striking skirts and scarves, Roaming streets and campus of Ottawa, Heeding the call of ‘Who are you?’, Migraines much like Carroll had, Waking up October to a foreign world, Wondering if I too was down the rabbit hole, Carrying a pink-paged … Continue reading He replied “That’s my style man”: Spencer Elliot Carr
Redacted: C. Fay Shlanda
Redact To obscure Withdrawing The removal of information There are edited circumstances to consider Its use has become second nature to my survival Images that would haunt me, no longer exist Gone are the phrases used to keep me silent Pains that wracked me, have been edited down Retracted are fears that once held me … Continue reading Redacted: C. Fay Shlanda
Immortal: Ursa BurdenKeeper
In a world where everything is destroyed (or used to destroy) art is immortal, and builds the soul. Nothing can be articulated, that hasn't already been said. We've already lived the beginning, the middle, and the end. Experience is individual, every individual - unique. This world may be the only one. And we're the only … Continue reading Immortal: Ursa BurdenKeeper
One: April Beck
All life is one that is how it begun. Paradise is here but yet we can’t see the miraculous beauty and simplicity clouded and blinded with guilt shame and hate. Too much pride and ego gives us the delusion nothing is great. Take your time and look around. Even in silence there is still sound. … Continue reading One: April Beck
Blue Cocoon: Susan Maria Rowley
Hiss of pipes and howl of wind but here's all safe and warm within I lay inside a blue cocoon and send my wishes to the moon Dreams of hope and dreams of love things to shower us from above I pray for peace and end to hate a place where rent cheques are never … Continue reading Blue Cocoon: Susan Maria Rowley
This Love: Peter Herget
I can be as deep as the ocean below or as high in the sky above. No matter where I am in between we will always be and I will always Love you, for always and ever more. No matter what we do or what we say the Love that we share for one another … Continue reading This Love: Peter Herget
Shower of Light: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love A bluish light with white bobbles like white bubbles Yet a curtain was forever dropping like rain My mind was filled with wonder Writing, painting, music flowed from my mind as if light itself could talk All things of darkness became known for what they are … Continue reading Shower of Light: James Adamson
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