Year: 2020

Fly with the cranes You lovely rootless stork Do not be frightened by the rains, The snowstorms and the city smoke   Where do your long legs dwell While the antigones are gone, Do your hearts similarly swell When Spring guides you back home?   Did you see the people marching, Did you hear your fellow earthlings’ cries With your long neck, arching Does one ever get used to good-byes?   As you reach your destination, Will you miss the journey’s dangers? Did it lead to liberation, To be guided…

I’m a nihilist dreamer, One who finds happiness and serenity in gazing at the stars. Letting my anxieties drift away,  Into the constellations, And merging with the void, I breathe in the cool night air, And let my mind drift away.   The city lights dim the array of stars, But the brightest ones let their light beam through, Lighting up the sky with incomplete constellations, And allowing the imagination of the stargazer to fill in the blanks.   By Sophie Dufresne

5, 6, 7, 8 Relevé: She balanced on her steel toes Wrapped in satin.   1, 2, 3, 4 Pirouette: She glanced at her reflection With every spin.   5, 6, 7, 8 With every turn, strands of hair Fell in her face.   1, 2, 3, 4 She became enveloped in tulle,  And pink lace.   5, 6, 7, 8 When she finished her dance,  The audience stood to clap,   Until the music stopped, And the lid closed shut With a snap.    By Fin