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Lakeside Trees

October 21, 2017October 21, 2017 newspaper Photography, Poetry0 comment

Photo by: Paola Lopez Velasco Lakeside Trees Seeds, in the ground, moisture and dampness, surround, these little spheres, these little spheres, don’t hear, a sound. Voices, around, nurture the beauty, within, these little spheres, their lives will begin. Emerge from the earth, develop and change, know that it’s worth, absorbing the sunlight. Is it not strange, how voices subside, when you’ve grown, reaching up, and striving, for new heights. Seeds, in the ground, moisture and dampness, surround, these little spheres, these little spheres, don’t hear, a…

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TASC Creative Writing Contest

October 18, 2017November 10, 2017 newspaper Cegep, Poetry, Student, Vanier0 comment

*See picture above Submit your short story, poem, and/or creative non-fiction $100 prize for winner of each category Deadline: November 10th Submit to: zafirio@vanier.college

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Flower

September 29, 2017September 29, 2017 newspaper Photography, Poetry0 comment

Photo by: Sosse Karasarkissian Flower She sings a cold tune A subtle breeze beneath the midnight moon Interpreting the words, succinctly deployed I stare into the void Born without purpose Tickets to life I didn’t purchase I walk and chew gum at the same time But am I really fine? When we state the mindlessness of things And the dread which our existence brings I feel a comfort that I know There’s nowhere to go You can show me objective truths to strengthen my view Reveal the ideals…

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Squirrels of Vanier

September 13, 2017September 13, 2017 newspaper Photography, Poetry, Vanier0 comment

Photo by: Sosse Karasarkissian Squirrels of Vanier We quaint bundles of fur Run forth and then run back Roam campus to and fro In constant search of snack We tiny kings and queens In our thrones atop trees Humbly wiggle our tails For such students as these We do chase each other Spectator sport for you And curious as well Will watch the humans too We hate the cold weather Soon all of us will sleep But campus is tether So you’ll see us again Written By:…

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Carnival-Woman

May 16, 2017 June Rossaert June Rossaert, Poetry0 comment

I believe I am a Carnival, A cheap attraction; STEP RIGHT UP! I am a visual masterpiece I’ll blow your mind in sweaty plastic colours I am a kitsch Wonderland, Ring a ride on the merry-go-round, I’ll spin you round, and whistle in tiny tunes At twenty-five cents a pop I am a capital C Clown, Horse balloons and penny tricks So pick a card, any card- And I’ll show you how to make a nightmare I am a Pirate Ship, Broken rhythm, in the warm, putrid…

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BeNny and Joone

May 15, 2017 newspaper BeN, June Rossaert, Poetry0 comment

Her words are paper-maché She sews them haphazardly They are broken and eaten and doused in clay She goes ‘round with a clumsy rhyme: brazenly As she does so, I will stop Always thinking: will I drop? Her stanzas are magical, or perhaps not Maybe I just need to write: ‘tis worth a shot He writes careful, in a deliberate side-step She writes madness, in a turmoil of a process They’re a sludge of heavy pep Toss the form! It’s a goddamn mess Neither knows what the…

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Oh well.. I wrote it.. so..

May 1, 2017May 3, 2017 BeNjamyn Upshaw-Ruffner BeN, Poetry0 comment

I just don’t feel inspired I have worried and waited I’ve already debated But now I just feel tired So, so, so much work And more to do still I no longer smirk I have had my fill In the very beginning Things were always lots of fun But now I just feel “so done” No longer am I grinning Have I ever felt like this friend? Wanted all my problems to end? I may have some helpful advice Hopefully my words will suffice I Turn…

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Silence

April 28, 2017 June Rossaert June Rossaert, Poetry0 comment

I think in swollen metaphors, I am not drowning, I am eaten So I hold my thumb on the pulse of the universe and it is dead; I spin my mind like fingers for fun, And dream my veins soiled in chocolate cake So I taste the sweetened marrow and my teeth mold in cheap rum My throat wilts and dries, I am not a flower in winter, I am a weed in a housefire So I kiss the arson on the mouth and it tastes like warmth…

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Flat Line

April 23, 2017 Katherine Willcocks Earth Day, Poetry0 comment

So you want to change the world? Well, good luck with that, they say. What is your strategy to get people to pay? Because pay they must, And buy they will, In this consumerist society, Based on good products, Not good will. Order now, Pay later, It’s a limited time offer. There’s a deadline. It’s a race to use up, Our greatest lifeline. Checkout lanes are packed, With the dump’s future contents, Because one man’s treasure is – Every man’s trash, Right? We monitor progress, In dollars…

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Happenstance

April 20, 2017 BeNjamyn Upshaw-Ruffner BeN, Poetry0 comment

I let my mind meander, and words find me… If only for a moment, it’s a miracle to see… Guided through a fog By shallow morning sun All which lay concealed is found Perplexing past problems, just reflections of a time When questions are asked, and answers are lost If this is ideal, then what is the cost? How a spring’s breeze, Can echo through the trees As forlorn feelings fall Someplace, a point in space obscured by memories Exists sweet and pleasant dreams If…