By Maria Kotob Let us not forget those who have cried before us, over the falling grains of sand. With voiceless goodbyes and not enough hellos. Tied in the back of our eyes is a memory we made ourselves. Maria’s roots lie in Syria and Lebanon, and yet she has managed to grow up all […]
By Rachel Hughes Wicket RedScarlet letterI see you,In our fort See the blank fourth fingerScantily unoccupied,By a round metal corpse. Jesus!On his high horse,Rules!Your vessel – a remorse. Rachel is a 3rd year student at the University of Toronto, majoring in History with minors in English and Writing and Rhetoric. Photo Credit: Daniel Apodaca on […]
By Jiaqi (Cindy) Fan Once I walked along a country path, Isaw a man dressed in a nightgown. He wasmurmuring a childish folk song. A sighgrasped his throat and brushed it into pieces. And here He comes. Roses sting with grief, andlilies paint the sky as ashy. Clusterof melancholy sheep roams on waste land, scared of […]
