Tag: Creative Corner

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...

Ode to a Professor

I wait in any class, accompanied by routine dread, whether anthology or textbook, it remains in lap, unread. The professor hurries in, expression too flustered as the...

Writing

Pen stabs paper. Repeatedly, remorseless. As the words form furiously the ink flows as a heart pounds, beating ever faster, ever louder. Tension mounts, the air builds pressure, pushing eardrums...

Conclusion, part one

And so this is my conclusion (of many). Love is very strange. It knows exactly how to pry open your heart, and to do with it...

The Family

I look down at my diamond-encrusted Kenneth Cole watch. The long silver hand nears the 7 as the short hand hovers between 10 and...

Too many boobies

“I’m not going to do that man,” Mansour says to my request. He doesn’t even look at me to stay it, just keeps his...

Speak Dancing to My Feet

At the risk one always takes in this of turning obsolete, I’m speaking of the thing which time alone could not complete: turn forth the brass...

I Rejoice

This is a poem I dedicate to my dear friend the reject choosing to seal your own fate From this life you choose to ejectBefore you make...

Prophet Jesus, son of Mary

When friends became strangers in no time He became my friend in needWhen songs were meaningless and didn't rhyme He became the rhythm and beauty of...

A sad haiku

I guess we’re all stuck as the people that we are fucking, friggin’ hell

Can peace be for sure?

Lieutenant Colonel Powell knew just what he’d say When the men came together to pray that day So beautiful, blue, warm, and clearIt had been chosen...

Life

Death has always been something that I have questioned —something that I use to deny would ever happen within my family. However, the reality...
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