Category: Arts

L’érable La neige L’érable sur la neige Trace dorée Délice sucré Simplement s’assurer Que ce n’est pas à cause du chien Passé par là auparavant !  By Katya Jutras

  By Manan Suthar

Do you still remember that night? I ran away after a big fight So broken and lost Didn’t know what I could do Walked into a bar Trying to drown in the dark Til you shot a smile From the corner of the booth   You asked me for my name Greetings turned to drinks I asked you for a dance You were so pretty in that dress I know it might sound crazy But when our lips gently kissed I started to think Of wanting to be with you…

Inspired by myths As I sat in my cell, I pondered, “How did it come down to this?” The answer, actually, was quite simple. It was all because of Claudius. But maybe it started when I was ordained as a Bishop. Or maybe my fate was sealed when the word began to spread? Ah, no – it started with that lovely faithful couple. Let me explain. When Emperor Claudius decreed last year (271 A.D.) that the soldiers in his army would no longer be allowed to marry, I could not…

By Meiliiart

As tiny snowflakes swiftly fall from the sky, All graceful like a shiny star rainfall, While dancing in the cold, they beautify The whole world with a thick white coat for all.   As the glacial north wind is whistling outside Like mumbles calling out the unknown storm, Its whisper in our ears is magnified, Reminding us to safely go back home.   As joyful parties are still going on, And children’s laughers encore resonate, Together people gather until dawn, And stay away from the arctic climate   It’s only…

TW: Unwanted sexual relationship  After meeting you that day, you left me in an anxious, blindsided state, for you have decided not to contact me for three long days. During those three days, I constantly checked my phone and anxiously waited for your messages. However, as much as I was stressed, I was able to think thoroughly. If you were the type of person, I would be ready to risk anything to be together. But I guess you being inconsistent and constantly having a jerk behaviour with polished words allowed…

I was just a boy from the small village of St. Anthony. Back then, we only had a population of just one hundred, but we were slowly becoming a booming town, thanks to our hero, Dr. Wilfred Grenfell. Every time he’d come back from his missionary work, all of St. Anthony would flock to him to greet him back. We all admired Dr. Grenfell as children. After all, he was the one who brought the schools, churches and hospitals across Newfoundland. When we learned that Grenfell was going to France…

  By Kaycee Cua

Every day wake up my face in the mirror  Cover your skin like the beauty they gave you is your sin It’s your honour they keep saying Your pride, your treasure your everything But this treasure is too heavy to bear The layers are choking, I am gasping for air I can’t breathe with the controlling stares Stares that search for a bare square and judge you for what you wear Am I a human or a treasure? Choosing between approval and freedom And choosing to be loved over the…