Kathryn Malone fullDate time-to-read.short-label At the Mercy of Men The dance we do is like cuts across my thighs and cuts across my breasts Each breath is poison and each night is full of great unrest
Francis Fernades fullDate time-to-read.short-label Morning Coffee I top my espresso with a shot of frothy oat's milk, getting the right kind of swirl
Juice Davis fullDate time-to-read.short-label The Meadow of Time The winters were fantastically cruel, Salty spills of troubled tears dribbled down her cheek
C Cameron fullDate time-to-read.short-label Urban Oasis Without earth of our own and all the public closed, I have such gratitude for our balcony – our small piece of outdoor paradise.
Khaleefa Hamdan fullDate time-to-read.short-label Apollo The Child - OG 500 Winner Photo by James Park Khaleefa "Apollo The Child" Hamdan, spoken word poet and co-director of Ottawa slam poetry collective, Urban Legends,...
Emma Johnson/Arma Epifania fullDate time-to-read.short-label Bees Knees We love the gradient transition I discussed it with my neighbour Hood, it’s hard not to want a real one So bad I might have to steal idea...
Katherine Ottley fullDate time-to-read.short-label ALKALI There are always boys around. Every night, a new one, To feed from. They always stay over, fully clothed. They smoke the night away, ...
TylerBlackPower fullDate time-to-read.short-label Sleeping with the Sun Today, I swallowed the sun and commanded the wind As the sun made slow passionate warm love to my every pore, I felt it enter me I wasn’t...
