Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt A picture in a newspaper She has been burning palaces. “To...
Aboriginal Voices with EVENT
ON (Thursday, October 27th) EVENT magazine hosted an evening of prose and poetry, showcasing the work of four indigenous writers.
Why Isn’t There Chaos When Traffic Lights Malfunction?
Sometimes the lights have to go out for us to really see the beautiful anarchy that surrounds us....
In a Time of Chaos and Confusion, Martha Allott comes thru!
I have never been a Bible guy, there was always a Bible in the house, somewhere. I knew the big...
Kate Tempest – London Rappers and The Future of Europe
Kate Tempest. Wow. Powerful Voice https://soundcloud.com/katetempest We went back and found poets...
The True Born Englishman
BY DANIEL DEFOE 1700 Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het’rogeneous thing, an...
High Flight John Gillespie Magee Jr.
In 1941, a 19 year old Spitfire pilot, John Gillespie Magee Jr. wrote High Flight. A few months later he was killed. Take a few moments to remember. High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered...
Chastity: Shakespeare’s Suggestion
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by...
Coffee with Coco: Salme Stories
Salme Stories: A Mother’s Journey Part 4- War Times and 2 Countries I've been speechless in the wrong way these days. Reacting, without thinking, to all of the present day fear of refugees, immigration, ISIS, ISIL, tyranny, terrorism, and afraid of what could be...
Alexander Caldwell at KOAC
ALEXANDER CALDWELL has a small sculpture installed on the grounds of the Kiyooka Ohe Arts Center, out on the western edge of the city (Calgary). The piece reminds me of New York based architect John Hejduk and his mid 80's work, like those works, this is poetic,...
Long Night Road
Headlights define the world Endless road passes through A bend, a hill, a bridge In random succession Was a start? Will be an end? Only now in silence The ever unchanging now Hark a splash of light Then blinded dark Tree has been and is again? Or bend or hill or...