by John RC Potter
Definition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune”
This is a German word,
it holds a rhythmic resonance.
It has a pleasing sound,
yet points to a type of penance.
by John RC Potter
Definition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune”
This is a German word,
it holds a rhythmic resonance.
It has a pleasing sound,
yet points to a type of penance.
by Laura Catanzano
Isn’t it all worth it ifRead More »
for only one deep inhale
one fleeting moment
one peaceful sigh …

by Stylianos Splinis
Still so much is held deep within me,
My wings, my story, I cannot escape how it chains me.
Read More »by Duane Anderson
I was the robin’s biggest fan today
as I watered the grass in our yard,
its reward, a big fat worm in its beak.
by Christian Ward
You thrash like a wild horse
in your sleep. The corral
of dreams not enough to hold
you. What of the prairies
of stars? The meadows
of galaxies? Deserts of dark
matter? Wherever you’ll run,
I’ll reign in the night to let you
aspire to whatever you were
meant to be.
by Kayla O’Meara
At 4 pm
we sat in the
hot tub
and watched
the sun
drop down
upon the
frozen lake
by Diana L. Gustafson
“What’s death got to do with it?” Our museum tour guide grins as she makes the irreverent reference to Tina Turner’s best-selling hit. Patty knows how to grab the attention of Gen X tourists clustered around her in the grand centre block of Toronto’s Royal Ontario Museum. In a former life, she was probably everyone’s favourite high school music teacher.
Patty leans in. “Death simultaneously intrigues and repels us.” I know she’s speaking to me. I signed up for the afternoon tour because I was curious about burial rituals practised in ancient times. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Easier than facing tough questions haunting my messy life. I soon discover that each pause on the tour unearths relics of my struggles to make sense of love and death.
Read More »by Malachy Moran
The city hums.
It vibrates with the energy
of desperate souls
each trying to squeeze
every drop of joy
from what will probably
be one of the last warm days
of the year.