Tag: Poetry

SO IS THIS IT?


By Hyacinth Harewood I’m a parasite on an interminable past that will outlast my gourmet greed, I’m Tantalus in consummation, never stopping eating – under the curse of my past. Yesterday’s spices drive me to wishing wells of the future that never fulfill water,…

Join Rob Patry at Indigo Eaton Centre July 5, 2014


Time to plan summer fun When: July 5, 2014 Time: 1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. Where: Eaton Centre – Toronto, ON, Canada – Indigo Bookstore What: To find out more about R. William Patry’s Pinnacle of Vandalism (A selection of thoughts, feelings and musings)

Pinnacle of Vandalism (A selection of thoughts, feelings and musings) by R. William Patry will steal your heart


I am a warrior of mighty battles and I challenge a mighty foe A dreamer of endless passions that capsizes in an undertow Of swirling visions and endless fears blown up in front of me Being chased by demons of evil nature trying to…

“Join the Writers’ Circle” at Indigo Bookstore’s Bay & Bloor Location on Monday, February 17, 2014 from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.


Please join authors Cynthia Reyes, Teresa Madaleno, Donna Kakonge and poet Sheila Stewart for a discussion around writing at Indigo Bookstore. Address: 55 Bloor Street West, Toronto, ON, M4W 1A5 Date: Monday, February 17, 2014 Time: 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. All are welcome!…

Flower Press publishes revolution: poetry by MaryAnn Hayatian‏


    Revolution is about poetry, defining aspects that require correction in the humanity. We are who we are, no one can tell us to be who we are not. People who have received the opportunity of variety. Let them learn that what they…

Caterpillar


By Kirk Verner As you blossom from a furry bug into a beautiful butterfly, I watch in amazement. I think I like you both ways? Your orange fur looks like skin. Can you see me with your eyes? The peak of your wing, peaks…

Circle of Interest


By Khalid Musa Artwork for above By Akina Lalla I claim I’m not a poet but I can feel it in my bones                                                             I say I don’t carry pain but u can hear it in my tone First they enslaved us, then when we…

Expressive Writing: Adverb Series


I lovingly, passionately and aggressively dug into his pants. I quietly, shyly and scrumptiously bit into the cake.

Away For Too Long


by Kirk Verner Wake up, wander the streets, wind stings my eyes, I have forgotten what a real prairie breeze feels like.

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