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A poem by Gaeby Abrahams
By • March 23, 2012
She could never quite figure it out:
did the link descend to the left or the right?
how big was the loop?
and an ear—just like that?
At …
By • March 23, 2012
She could never quite figure it out:
did the link descend to the left or the right?
how big was the loop?
and an ear—just like that?
At …
By • March 16, 2012
On a dry African midday
Did I walk through so parched a land
That to the ground my soul was tamed
Such that I retreated to a …
By • March 16, 2012
I love to walk with Sue,
my arms tightly around her
waist. She always begins
where I end. But,
There is a look she gets
when she sees the …
By • March 9, 2012
When they see an innocent,
Who outshines by difference,
They declare think-headed laws
That blame these sheep as outlaws.
And they offer all this to their Father,
Whose only …
By • March 9, 2012
With BlackBerrys and freeze-dried granola, we’re all crunching the numbers,
making light of it all and “liking” our lives
in preformed, formatted opinions.
Options are slim,
slimming opiate …
By • March 2, 2012
Every year the Dalhousie English department and the Dal Undergraduate English Society hold a Valentine’s Day sonnet contest. The contest is available to all …
By • March 2, 2012
“Of course he didn’t say what he meant,”
snarked my literature degree while
my small town diner waitress went
three rounds more about “who’s gonna get the …
By • March 2, 2012
Just is a love as just – a love, our love,
our heart, our home – if heart is just a heart?
My heart in love …
By • March 2, 2012
When the tired back bends, book butterflies
and writing stretches out cross parted sheets
in lines that reach towards the cresting rise,
the shore of words where …
By • February 23, 2012
A violin! What melody! does entertain my ears!
What rhythm, pitch and harmony moves me to joyous tears!
To think such grace once filled the halls …