Posts by Creative

Music in the streets

By Mat Wilush, Arts Editor • October 3, 2013

From the Cohn to the city, Willem Blois heads the new outreach program (photo by Deborah Ooman)

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 …

Concerning Abigail

By Chad Durling, Fiction Writer • March 30, 2012

Concerning Abigail

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 …

The Economist

By Dylan Matthias, Editor-in-chief emeritus • March 30, 2012

The Economist

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 …

Nightlight

By Andrea Benson, Poet • March 30, 2012

Nightlight

She stops in the middle of the dark, empty, street to listen. To a buzz – electric maybe, she doesn’t quite know. Flanked on …

It’s High School Science For Me

By Andy Post, Poet • March 30, 2012

It’s High School Science For Me

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 …

Bixi

By Andrea Benson, Poet • March 30, 2012

Bixi

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 …

The New York God

By Dana Hall, Writer • March 23, 2012

The New York God

Mary was walking as quickly as she could down the sidewalk. Her boss had kept her later than usual. Even with the late dismissal, …

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

By Shane Bryson, Writer • March 23, 2012

Train

The train crawled down the tracks into the prairie dark.  From his window-seat, Jimmy could see little – the blur of gravel and shrubbery, …

Something Shameless

By Shane Bryson, Writer • March 23, 2012

Something Shameless

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 …

GLASSON BAR

By Brett Bell, Poet • March 23, 2012

Stain

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 …