Creative

Music in the streets

October 03, 2013

Dalhousie’s music department is extending the classroom to the HRM at large with the launch of a new outreach program. The program, headed by director and music student Willem Blois, with assistance from the Society of Dalhousie Music Students, aims… Continue Reading

Concerning Abigail

March 30, 2012

Ms. Bradford: About thirty years ago, my family had a slave named Abigail. She was a sweet girl, but stern, and you could never ever break her. She had a long and narrow face and she was taller than the… Continue Reading

The Economist

March 30, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, and Part 8 here.   This time there was no sound. The door was open. It is all over. The men came and… Continue Reading

Nightlight

March 30, 2012

She stops in the middle of the dark, empty, street to listen. To a buzz – electric maybe, she doesn’t quite know. Flanked on all sides by telephone poles, she looks up, tracing the sound along the rubber-covered wires. She… Continue Reading

It’s High School Science For Me

March 30, 2012

First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes And orders and families and species and genuses Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why it is High school science for me Oh it’s high school science for me…. Continue Reading

Bixi

March 30, 2012

I am still afraid of speed (Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun) It was in our hometown, Last summer double-riding, he stopped so suddenly and it made me laugh I held on tight to his back  … Continue Reading

The New York God

March 23, 2012

Mary was walking as quickly as she could down the sidewalk. Her boss had kept her later than usual. Even with the late dismissal, Mary had still been sent home with a pile of papers. She checked her phone: 5:03…. Continue Reading

Seen from the Window-seat of a Saskachewan Train at Night

March 23, 2012

The train crawled down the tracks into the prairie dark.  From his window-seat, Jimmy could see little – the blur of gravel and shrubbery, fleeting and anonymous, shown in a dim light.  But there was nothing out there anyhow. A… Continue Reading

Something Shameless

March 23, 2012

To write a bad poem and mean It, in love, is something shameless That tells a laughing at, a proverbial Fit, that to reject is not to redress:   That to me is, no less than eating Good food and… Continue Reading

GLASSON BAR

March 23, 2012

St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye; we follow on highs and smoky nights, in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.   Then again, I help myself to the vanities, the proof– I’ve wasted my time trailing coffee rings… Continue Reading

The Economist

March 23, 2012

Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, and Part 7 here.   The door opened with a whoosh. It did not make a “plop” sound as Laurel had thought it would. It… Continue Reading

ours by not beings ours

March 23, 2012

Ours by not being ours.   Saturday mornings with the guys he’d tell bed-sheet war stories. I’d ask something like how’d she taste anyway and we’d crack all into fits like brunch comrades or brothers.   Picking her up, he’d… Continue Reading

The Lover in the Mirror

March 23, 2012

That Lover in the mirror— If he is my second-half I wonder. I talk to you and you talk to me; I wave my hand and you wave your hand; We visit us in our rooms alike. Oh both of… Continue Reading