For this issue, young poets across Canada submitted poems that explore the creative liberties of telling lies. The issue was inspired by American poet W.H. Auden, who, when a teacher at a boy’s prep school, asked his students to write a paper in which every sentence contained a lie. This exercise, which I had the ...
“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.”
― Judith Thurman
It’s summertime and most our readers are on vacation from school right now, which means many of you are doing some traveling– whether day trips or weekends at a ...
O joy and high spirits!
And cheap spirits and sealed joy!
2 lovely angels,
They gather with their mother,
To open gifts underneath the tree!
Their excitement, their sweaty palms,
Their shaky hopes, their high of bedlam—
Which turns soon.
Sealed jealousy. unsealed rage.
Sealed souls. unsealed liquor.
She needs her medicine,
O how she needs her medicine!
Sweaty faces, ...
So WHAT’S THE POINT,
to wake up everyday, to live in a lie
To try so hard
but be pushed to a side
to put on a fake smile, pretend its alright; but the world goes on, being pushed aloof
But you need to know one little thing ’bout me
the walls I build, the things I see
I watched the cars and wished them well
I hoped they got where they wanted to go
I encouraged the flowers to grow as they liked
The rain to fall where it felt
The moon to stop relying on the sun
I called her mother and told her I loved her
I whispered to the wind to keep blowing strong
And told ...
Whoville is perfection
Constitutionally, A Who will never wear a frown two days in a row or else, Beyoncé will
marry them to rectify the situation
You see, Whoville resides in a tiny speck of dust in the penumbra of a friendly blue
A ray of light lets any-friendly-body enter or exit in any size
Chuck Norris bakes for ...
Outside, in the clearness of day
The clouds begin to descend
Down they come
One by one
Some land in the neighbors’ yard
And one lands near my feet
It had a bit of a golden shimmer
Running along its sides
Hesitant, I climb on
And with a rather rough jerk
I am up in the air
Looking down at the pointy roofs of houses
And cars ...
I’ll tell you that I never loved you,
that I never sat alone in bed and cried.
I’ll say I hate you through and through,
and don’t care about all the times you lied.
I’ll say I never stayed awake at night,
thinking “what did I do wrong?”
I never thought “what gives you the right,
to make my heart sing a ...
Sit with me, child,
And I’ll tell you a tale
Of a world gone wild
And ruled by a snail.
The skies were purple with fluffy pink clouds,
Trees grew from the ground in spiraling crowds.
The water was black as pitch and sweet as tea,
And snails were much faster than we knew they could be.
Snails were also much larger, no ...