Tag: Creative Corner
Beautiful Things
The phone call comes at 2 a.m. in the morning on Tuesday
as I’m tucked in bed, not knowing the tears I’d soon shed...
to tell...
Waves of Change
“Set the anchor down here,” Lucky’s voice called across the windswept deck of the galleon to the faces of her crew and friends below....
La Petite Mort
Sit in the swirling silence;
the darkness breathes across my skin.
The moonlight paints the world in silver,
All the stars you see are dead.
The air contains...
Of Scarves and Snow Days
I nestled into the depression I made in the snow bank by the side of the road, knees pulled up to my chest as...
Mararia!
The sisters Arcelli, Mely, Dely, and Letty scamper around the dingy, damp, dark house. Letty, youngest at four years old, crawls to the bedside...
The Ruin Men
Little shadow man
rubbing shadow arms
back and forth and back
and forth
Powder trails flying
in breeze that’s blowing
through the ruined church.
Grinding down
the world
to dust
Before Elections
’Twas the week before elections, when all across the campus
not a student was caring, not even a frosh.
The posters were hung on the wall...
Part Two
There is a beauty in the way we lie to ourselves,
constantly enamored by the truth and all of its implications,
yet still (desperately) trying to...
Master of the Flame
We still bear the scars from
releasing the flame the heat of sun
in a second, in a single flash
on the people of eastern islands
A cloud...
Mr. Mossad’s Mistress
I hold my blue ballpoint pen centimetres away from a rectangular notepad. The word “Oracle” blazes in large, red, angular letters from the top...
Solar Lunacy
Visions of a time gone by
the world funnels into a greater gyre
of widening madness;
Hypnosis, blindness, the perception
of things as they were
A blank emptiness of
nothingness
sorcerized...
Special
I slouch behind my battered green desk at St. Elizabeth Elementary School in Etobicoke, Toronto. My Grade 3 teacher, Ms. Macucci, surveys us silently...