Dalhousie poets: identity and location

Canadian winter   The carpet of my one bedroom   Squirms in its pixelated glory.   It is dirty because the vacuum is broken   And I am young.   And the third or fourth best-ranking views in this city   Are from buildings open to the public in the daytime hours.   This is nice to know   But we can’t smoke out here,    Which will…

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Dal poets: thoughts on heartbreak

The moment you realize  When I walk outside, the earth and sky thrum good morning. I know even without you, I am never alone in a world so rife with life.  I take a deep breath of the clean air. And for the first time feel like I can look back without wanting to go back, and…

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Dalhousie Poets: change

They say, turn the last page  Give way to a new age  Go play on the next stage  Don’t stay in your old cage  A new day, a new change  A little gay, a little strange  An old day, an old shame  All the grey, all the same  Every start shall end  Every end soon…

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Dalhousie Poets: another year

New Year, New Me  It’s that time of year again  Time to start fresh  But the slate is never truly clean  A new resolution does not mean you’re a new person  The actions you take to achieve greatness do  Greatness is never born  It is built  Be greater than the person you left behind last year  Become more…

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Dalhousie Poets: growing pains

Editor’s note: This piece was first published in an online issue of the Dalhousie Gazette (issue 5, volume 153). The following version has one additional poem than the original piece. doodles  i wonder what this whole growing up thing is like   the similarities between my old self and this hurried, charcoal sketch of a college girl …

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Dalhousie Poets: layers and time

Layer by layer Fundamentally,   Torn down to the bulb at the centre of her,   She was afraid.   Everything she was composed of   Built outward from that undiluted disturbance of self,   And from that hatred,   And then rage,   And then the pulp of the rest of her, bleached white from being washed up and   Dried on loathing.   She…

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