Category: Arts

Twenty-four hours in this dark room Skin paler than my imagination fume Eyes darker than a black charm when it blooms Smelling ghostly it’s just my new perfume Same clothes, they can be my new costume The costume of a hero that could never exist Since it was hold prisoner in my head The two can’t coexist The thoughts in my head are making the threat Freedom he’s asking Let me live the dream, why are you holding me back? if I don’t get out we shall both crack the…

Approximately after 2yrs of healing, not allowing myself to fall in love or to get hurt at any point. I felt that I was ready to be out there, but not quite; I gave myself 6 months before the year ended with discovering if I was really ready. Months passed by so quickly in the snap of a finger until 3 months before 2021 ended. I met you while being out with a friend. At first, I didn’t think of anything out of it; it was just a regular day….

TW: depictions of depression and suicide    They say that autumn is the most beautiful season on Earth. Tristan didn’t think that way. Ever since he started high school, something terrible always struck him in the fall. As a freshman, Tristan lost both of his parents. As a sophomore, he failed in nearly all of his classes. As a junior, he failed to qualify for the trivia team. Tristan is convinced that he is always cursed in autumn. No matter how hard he tried to overcome his superstition, life would…

Lilia closed her eyes. The bus was loaded with people returning from work. Even if it was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining bright, and it was so hot that it was difficult to breathe. People were sweating and standing very close to each other like sardines in a can. The passengers were very quiet, probably tired of the hot weather that hit Montreal. The only sound that Lilia could hear was the ringing of the buzzer. The grass was yellow, burned by the sun, the trees…

By Beatrice Calabrese

We rowed peacefully on that Laurentian lake for hours in search of Camp 406. As soon as we had that beachside in our sight, we paddled to the rush of our contenting hearts. We disembarked from our canoes in ankle-high water. We were part of the first wave of canoe-campers who landed first. After helping our less-skilled companions come on to shore, we set out to establish camp. While everybody trekked in the middle of the birch and pine trees forests to settle their tents, I decided to fix mine…

By Jeffrey Grospe

Mother Earth takes care of us; So, why do we cover her up in dust? Keeping the Sun away, She ensures we survive another day.   Forest fires being normalized; Oceans plasticized. Our ecosystems are failing, Yet, we continue to do nothing.   People scurrying around to make cash Not caring about what goes in their trash. Everyone blathering about dying in 50 years, But Mother Earth is the one shedding tears.   Are we truly forward-thinking, Or is that simply the sound of us sinking?  Actions speak louder than…

  By Kaycee Cua

It was the news that I received from my editor-in-chief Paul that got me on the 2pm train from Windsor to Toronto. It came right out of the blue. It has been so long since I’ve seen her, but it felt just like yesterday since our last conservation. Now, I’m rapidly approaching my fifties. For a while, I thought walking out of her house was the best decision I ever made in my life. The “Greatest Breakup of All Time,” I would dub it. But life out West has never…