By John RC Potter           It was one of those chilly and snowy evenings in southwestern Ontario that seemed to be worse back in the mid-70s when this story takes place. My younger sister Barb and I were pleased to…

By Onkar Sharma Neha Bansal’s “Six of Cups” is a poignant journey through memory, a collection that vividly recreates the landscapes of childhood and youth. Bansal’s strength lies in her evocative imagery, transforming ordinary moments into sensory experiences for the…

By: Bhawna Vij Arora  ‘Enigma-the helpless rage/when earth’s convulsions/rub on the skin of your existence. ‘E’ is for Envy-the red-eyed sun/eclipses/the earth in me/you and I burn/like a moth/to embers in this ring of fire.  ‘E’ is for Eager-the ants…

By Harrison Abbott The man that was on the bed next to me died last week, so it’s just me in the ward now. I miss him. He was called Miles and was about 40 years older than me. I…

By: Harry Lowery Departures losing CO2 in the Jet2 queue,staining Carhartt with heartache,barcodes beep & promises pall between staff & sightseers& parents cheering up children& new lovers arrivingchinos & eyes emptyinto a grey tray, passingSaint Peter with an automatic& cutting…

By: Achingliu Kamei Pristine beauty, they sayBut where do you begin to write? In the Land where oil flows under the hillsLittered with gold dust, black goldOn which everything grows except peaceThe sky is blue, and the mists laden with…

By Karen Lee Stradford A blessing will arrive,sail in by a pleasant storm.Prayers set to guide its coursescriptures read to finda biblical name. In March,Remy will row inwith a splash aslove waits for himon the other side. He will hope…

By: Viator Deep Challenge The steep terrain was the attraction to meat five or six when on a fishing trip to the near northand the river whose bank here, from the quietroad, dropped with such an angle under the treesand…

By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the pureheart of your being.Your soul houseseverything you need.What other men callsecrets, you call knowledge.For you can live the wayall men should live, neverjudging, never prejudiced,at peace on the right path,content with wisdomthat abolishes…

By: Yucheng Tao Kiss Under obsidian clouds,Flowers kiss bees.Bees gaze at the soil—Who will kiss it? Purple Yesterday, today, tomorrow — all purple.Yesterday, today, I can’t sleep.Tomorrow’s test is hard and purple.My emotions are purple,even the exam paper is purple.Purple…