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leaving is hard   Leaving is always hard;   Because while it’s inevitable,   it never forewarns.     Leaving   sneaks up on you   like a snake slithering in the grass   or the deadline of that assignment.     Leaving   sucks;   Because it means that what happened was temporary,   and all that’s left is you.     Leaving   means that   you might forget,   even what you swore would never...

Ahnee, Boozhoo, Niin Renee Nindiishnakaaz. This is Anishinaabemowin (Ojibwe) for, “Hello, my name is Renee.” I am an Indigenous youth, and like many of my people, I am angry. Angry about the settler state occupying our land, furious about the Canadian government’s broken promises, and...

change is a balancing act sometimes it looks like: glass houses or empty glass. open the shutters reason with artificial lights like a dark room and a text received at 12:45 laundry day. the heart is fight or flight sometimes it looks like: refresh buttons or buttons to push. suspend honesty procrastinate the blues nous sommes amoureux mais seulement de la solitude Jaclyn...

sidewalks and cracks fill with every known individual that has ever passed this corner of dundas and spadina en route home or homeless overlook the tangerine outline of dusky clouds and its resistant fade to an incandescent night with our hands we hold in bind with the teeth of wolves burrow into every violet dark space suspicious light painted brick 25...

Your arms wrap around me, Squeezing me tighter and tighter Until all I’m aware of are my ribs Piercing through my skin. You squeeze life out of me, Until all that is left Is a hollow shell. Sunken eyes hide in dark caves And peer out only to see a sallow face Looking back...