failed trade

kiran malik-khan

Couldn’t have predicted Your death would make me a better poet Capturing eternity in succinct verses—filling a void— But I will trade it all just to get you back for one more day

I’d embrace eternal mediocrity

For just one more day with you.

Gliding in groups above wheezing garbage trucks, like derelict seagulls winging over a seaward ferry, the ravens perch on street lights at sub-zero temperatures. They cackle and caw their midnight melodies and defy the elements as northern lights splendidly ply the night sky.

amarty rempel

Today for some reason I pulled the green sweat shirt with the gold letters, UNIVERSITY OF ALBERTA, off the top shelf and wore it for the first time in a very long time. It was a little tight. I kept looking down at the lettering and touching it to make a kinetic connection with it and maybe the past.

I attended there several summers while getting my Master’s degree. I was away three summers enjoying myself with my studies missing my kids when I thought for the first time, while touching the letter A for Alberta that this was the time she continued her adultery that started in the Bahamas, continued through the marriage, so naturally it happened when I was away those three summers. It was a sunny day so I went inside and took off that sweat shirt and slipped into something more comfortable.

Love Storm

tineesha mckay

A perfect storm

All the pain we mourn

You are rain

I am a hurricane

You make me weep

I drive you deep