Author: June Rossaert

June Rossaert is a Vanier alumnus who studied as a Communications student at Vanier, with a background in Visual Arts and Cinema from the Saint-Hyacinthe Cegep. She is an aspiring novelist, poet and screenwriter hoping to obtain a degree in creative writing and literature. Her parents, one might be surprised to hear, are rather supportive of her chosen field, perhaps because they have yet to lose hope that she will eventually earn enough money to survive on her own, and her friends are simply blind optimists. June Rossaert is, essentially, a hopeless nerd with a passion for the written word which she desperately hopes to transfer through her works.

Campus

Vanier College Blood Drive

October 28, 2016October 5, 2017 June Rossaert Blood Drive0 comment

On September 27th and 28th, an Héma-Québec blood drive was held at Vanier College. Though the moral implications of the ban implemented by the Canadian government on donations given by men who have sex with men have certainly created controversy (see Colin Golding’s article “If you Prick us, do we not Bleed?”), there is no doubt that individuals who have the ability to give blood, should. Each donation helps three people on average, and while awaiting the government to modify their discriminatory policy, donating generously if you aren’t affected by…

Arts

Ultracrepidarian

September 18, 2016October 11, 2016 June Rossaert June Rossaert, Poetry0 comment

Ultracrepidarian: noting or pertaining to a person who criticizes, judges, or gives advice outside the area of his or her expertise – My head has grown three times the size it should I live for the gentle thud against my skull I will always read all I can Mental illness of an intellectual: The more I learn the more I feel idiotic Grand pride of the blood-wrenched soul Why should I always need to be the smartest person in any given room? Corrections, additions, clarification drugs for the mind, I’m…

Arts

Amnesia

September 16, 2016October 11, 2016 June Rossaert June Rossaert, Poetry0 comment

He traps a swarm in his skull Bee beasts multiplied Huddled, hurdled, slow and dull Their stings over-amplified He crawls off a tightrope Tired arms clinging by a finger Slippery hands, what a sad trope Caterpillars chewing off his anger His cockroach eyes go wild For a woman scorned, but who? Clawing at his throat, he’s a child Does he taste like them, too? He traps a swarm in his skull Lonely larvae gnawing at his brain Devoured by the mighty seagull- King, of truly all the main He crawls…

Arts

Tropical Iceage

September 16, 2016October 11, 2016 June Rossaert June Rossaert, Kiss, Poetry0 comment

I look for you in a crowd of lips they all taste the same, really yours would have, too I bend over your flame you twist me into something new I am your friend- – – I am your friend. a thousand, thousand houses all lined up and I sleep in the cold it’s easy to melt and sear metal cutthroat for a- – – but it hurts to write softly I am ice cold you are a ghost of a volcano rupture, burn, break, crack why are you so…

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