Joshua J. Frederic Contributor I remember a heavy cloud of lies Roaming in the corridors It reeked a sterile scent, yet unclear Not old...

Laury Charland Creative Writing Editor I found bones in the woods last night. Mother, I swear they weren’t his. I found bones in the...

Cristina Lijoi Contributor I wish I could tell you. I’ve lost and I’ve loved, and I’ve cried, and I’ve laughed. yet not a loss or love or...

Adrian Darwent Contributor Revisit the right of perennial rest Before familiar fading flared the fire Before me, Marx, Madonna, and...

Shaelyn Diabo Contributor Growing up in a digital world has stunted the growth of those who have more potential than brainwashed and idle...

Laury Charland Creative Writing Editor She watched the desert stretch on, a vast wasteland of nothingness and memories she’d rather...

Adrian Darwent Contributor Okay. I’m listening Two hearts beating An autumn flutter Wings powdered together Sticky like your gloves At...

Tanya Lemieux Contributor An avalanche hiding behind The mist of a crushing crowd. “Is it better to speak or die?”[1] If only I could...

Cedric Boudreau Contributor It spends its leisure reading old books made of leather rotting green brown The damp book, heavy with mold,...

Victoria Volpato Contributor The constellations smiled at each other. They winked and flirted and danced and floated; Gemini held — arm...

Émilie Hébert Contributor Colored faces, black and white Eyes, lips, tears despite Minds torn turn upright Human nature all unite Ugly...

Adrian Cerone Contributor distance in years between us i wave goodbye each night to the man i was when i lay down looking for sleep,...

Emma Majaury Contributor Sometimes, I am beautiful— But only when it’s right. Because they are afraid of me, A woman with looks that...

Ben Bisaillon Contributor Leave your jewels in old shoes salt water makes it easy to float still drown in ocean air setting sunlight...

Gabriel Gefin Contributor When shards and vessels meet Where the thickened river sleeps Our organs dance to hearty beats And scream “We...

Donté K-R Contributor From inception, there lived something primal Off and running before it could grow legs to stand on Mesmerised by...

Savanna Vita Contributor Every dark emotion you’re feeling hits you like punches from a fight you were never going to win as you slide...

Victoria Volpato Contributor The slippery slope of self-sacrifice, using me to get what he wants magnifies the feeling of hatred...

Adrian Darwent Contributor Oh, to be (only) a lesson in love The sky, healing, exists (foremost) above Your halo, a cold gin and tonic...

Laury Charland Creative Writing Editor Do you ever wonder what comes next? After a big break, I mean. After you’ve been fired, or...

Curve-ball Unless you have a crystal ball and a flair for the mystique, you can’t predict what happens to you. There may be cryptic...

It’s all it is, really. After the year has culminated in its phantasmal climax, there is nothing… But I joke. It’s time to harvest, can...

By Tea Barrett Contributor Coats over costumes like clouds covering the sun, Sneaking sweets out of your sack. The evening always ends...

By Kayla Joy Friedland Contributor between the buzzing and beeping and sweet potatoes rolling beyond the carpet and to your feet where...

By Isabella Blu Ptito-Echeverria Voices Editor “You’re a nose-picker, head-splitter, tooth-breaker, shit-eater!” A finger pointed like...

By Emmy Rubin Contributor I love you in the morning, When you dance in the bathroom As you brush your teeth. I love you in the afternoon,...

By Mayan Godmaire Creative Writing Editor Penchant for the occultist crashing on the third floor on the futon. Wax drips, skulls, hot...

By Aspen Crick Contributor It’s that time of year again: Spooky season, Her favourite season. A smile escaping her lips As smoke makes...

By Christopher Dimitriadis Contributor Yes, you can be them. I want you to be them. Be yourself. Your true self, my darling. Yes, you can...

By Julieta Lozano-Ramsay Contributor Taking it for granted, the oldest tale Tragedy makes the hermit set sail Tragedy reassigns value...

There’s something exquisitely cathartic in October. You bring out the rats, you feel the first sting of cold on the wind, you dress to...

On Architecture By Arwen Low Brutalist blemish Reason needs some rococo De con struc tion ism On Good Eatin’ By Mia Kennedy Chicken,...

By Alessandro Mortellaro Contributor Too much what? Is it an abundance Of something (un)wanted? Or merely being overwhelmed? Too much...

By Anastasia Papakonstantinou Contributor Wind whips through my hair, Below, a sea of deep blue, Above, cool open skies, No railing to...

By Georgia Svourenos Contributor As she gazed at his unconscious body, lips parted and lightly snoring, she couldn’t overcome her sudden...

By Carson Sawyer Laframboise Contributor My house is up in the Utilitarian Meadows. It’s an ironic name, since most of the houses have...

Cyrielle Ouedraogo Contributor he lays his hands upon her own and feels the way his dermis burns, the subtle tremors of his bones, the...

To me the poems this month all have that feeling when you wake up to a gray sky, everything is wet, and it’s raining. It’s the start of a...

Ironic that the holiday of love falls in the coldest month of the year. We all know love can shock the system in a variety of wild and...

Poems published in the December 2020 Issue This month, each contribution I received was more ethereal than the last. If the naked trees...

When I came up with this month’s prompt, I expected to hear about at least one spaceship. Sci-Fi may have gone out the window, but talent...

Whether it is in summer’s glorious plunge into cold weather, in the ocean’s crashing waves, in the cause of a scraped knee, or simply in...

The following poems treat human relations and their intricacies. Self and lover, self and stranger, self and society, self and self, and...

Skipping Stones By Darcy Burnett Finger curled around a paper thin stone, Place bets on this rock. At the valley of rippled reflections,...

Like the sun illuminates the day, we illuminate our truths when we put pen to paper. March’s Creative Writing section explores human vs....

Published in the February Issue This February’s Creative Writing section is full of Dawson students’ different perspectives on what it...

Nina Dumornay Creative Writing Editor In a flash, we are blind. Our eyes are open and staring, flushed with light, as a sheet of white is...

Sarah Gabriel Contributor Hanging in Nana’s closet, waiting to be wanted, hung a sixty-five-year-old bathing suit. Being of a lavender...

Gonzalo Lecaros Contributor Look at you. How much have you changed? One year has passed now. The Sun rises and sets, but you don't...

Lucía Linaje-Ferrel Contributor I know you didn’t mean to upset me When you said we had little in common It’s true Which thread connects...