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...

Gabriela Vasquez- Rondon Head Staff Writer On the Way There I can’t remember a time When I was so incredibly happy That the view in front...

By Nina Dumornay I feel the vulnerability of my parents inside of me like a thing that drags, snapping pieces down to its center- the pit...

By Esme Bale worshipping a word you barely know hands on thighs, and lips on nothing worth mentioning i participate in the grief for...

By Gabriela Vasquez- Rondon Hungry hungry child What is it that she craves? A starve for touch Or a rumble from the stomach A plate of...

By Talia Kliot Blue jeans booted off bald legs, Clasps of copper necklaces fastened, Drops of shampoo-scented water splatter, Earrings...

By Leo Mottron-Belleville “Today is the day”, she thought. Sitting at the dinner table that saw her grow up, she was watching her mom...

By Benjamin Wexler Everything was different. It took a few moments for this to sink in. Mike would have preferred to stay in the dream...

By Daylen Conserve big bold and brash your lips, red, gnashes purple and swole my heart grows, it could break my bones 10:10 I’m still...

By Jonah Levy That wasn’t me it was me That wasn’t you it couldn’t be Stubborn eyes that seem to be Light sensitive when lights can’t see...

By Nina Dumornay The light pours down and glosses the drinks in yellow. I scan, I scan, I scan. Coconut water in a tall can, Nestlé...

By Bronwyn Farkas I quiet your mind With a kiss A rebirth in rain Our hands meet again Soft and scarred We’re a watercolour painting...

By Leana Ramirez How to live when eyes have seen, The Arabs with their riads, their pearly oils Rolling on your sun-kissed bohemian arms...

By Julie Jacques Who will be the Noah of my generation? The flood is inevitable, and when it approaches - The pipeline will burst under...

Two poems about our desire for affection. April 19th, 2019 | Creative Writing Mystery Boy By Sacha Fattor Who are you, if not the sweet...

A collection of poems about blooming and withering. April 19th, 2019 | Creative Writing Sun and Rose By Jacob Cunha Behold! Mighty sun...

A collection of Poems on the process of healing. April 19th, 2019 | Creative Writing Running By Daylen Conserve it’s 4am and i have a man...

Two pantoums that explore the ever growing tension in our lives. March 12th, 2019 | Creative Writing Abort To My Unknown By Anonymous It...

By Cheyenne Skurczak February 26, 2019 | Creative Writing This is how you are suppose to exist, yes? Seven kisses upon seven ring...

By Sean St-Laurent February 26, 2019 | Creative Writing In the future, oh so cool With jet packs that don't use fuel. Weak humans have...

By Paola B. López Sauri February 19, 2019 | Creative Writing You stand there, the memory of your past life crumbling before your eyes,...

Two poems that explore what is involved in the endless act of discovering yourself. February 14th, 2019 | Creative Writing What If I...