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The Arts: Weak

February 3, 2017 Tyler Majer 0

A futile exhibition Coffee grounds pressed into tar stains Through the same filter used yesterday A gnawing, clawed hand Rips clump after clump of Neutered hair The budget cuts have

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And they are

September 27, 2016 Sasha Patterson 0

She has skin stained with persistence, A roughness that can’t be washed away, He is soft in all the right places, Even when those places feel wrong. Her identity brittle

The Fox Garden

March 8, 2016 Erin McLaughlin 0

the fox called wises flicks away the fleas paw over paw and he waves his tail so gracefully wizard, waiting, wistful wises asks me about my eyeballs paw over paw


March 8, 2016 Sarah Scott 0

I crave seclusion At the end of a day Filled With words People And situations I crave mountain air The kind Blessed With pine and purity I crave sunsets Laced

Beyond the barre

March 8, 2016 Caitlin Coe 0

This is a piece about leaving behind what you love most, and how dance follows you outside the studio. Somewhere, in the east end of Ottawa, in a transformed dance