Literary Spotlight on Hiram Larew: A voice in the darkness For this final issue of WordCity Literary Journal I’m delighted to be pinning down the powerhouse activist, writer and academic Hiram Larew. Hiram is actively engaged with what is happening in the world and his writing and writing projects reflect that. He has an uncannyContinue reading “Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. On Hiram Larew: A voice in the darkness”
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Farhang, Book 1 by Patrick Woodcock. A Review by Ava Homa
Book Review: Farhang, Book 1 by Patrick Woodcock Published by ECW In Farhang, Book 1, Patrick Woodcock, a seasoned Canadian poet and world wanderer, offers a profound and evocative collection of poetry that chronicles his three decades of living, volunteering, and teaching in some of the world’s most remote and complex regions. From Kurdistan to the hamlet ofContinue reading “Farhang, Book 1 by Patrick Woodcock. A Review by Ava Homa”
Contentious Conversations. A Review of Books by Gordon Phinn
Contentious Conversations Books referenced:Manipulating the Message, Cecil Rosner (Dundurn 2023)The Devil’s Trick: How Canada Fought the Vietnam War, John Boyko (Knopf Canada 2021)Open, Nate Klemp (Sounds True 2024)I Heard Her Call My Name, Lucy Sante (Penguin 2024)A Memoir of My Former Self, Hilary Mantel (Harper Collins 2023)Some People Need Killing, Patricia Evangelista (Random House 2023)NaomiContinue reading “Contentious Conversations. A Review of Books by Gordon Phinn”
3 poems by Susmit Panda
To Whom It May ConcernFrom the bridge’s end a voice: Much sorrow, much grief there is—or where we liveis not the world, and we should jest and jiveas if the feet had shed their marrow.Dead, you think you won’t die again. Rocks like a flame your lifted hair.In time the woods will catch, and everywhereContinue reading “3 poems by Susmit Panda”
Your Blues Become Me. A poem by Olga Stein
Your Blues Become MeThe room that is ours is shades of watercolor blue.There’s light and air, but no angels.In our suburban sanctum, when the blues come as murmurs,we work on forgiving ourselves.At times, the walls turn turbid, somber,Muffling thought and speech.The past seeps in like newly-spilled ink, staining everything.Then the room grows dense with memories.WeContinue reading “Your Blues Become Me. A poem by Olga Stein”
3 poems by Fabrice B. Poussin
CharityShe cried when they laughed at her despairalone for the holidays on her street cornerwitnesses unintended continued on the strollleisurely to the next shopping mecca.He thought he screamed within whenthose powerful ones in mourning suitsin unison clamored their customary noas the man pleaded for a little compassion.Married to rules secret to their identitiesthey grin withContinue reading “3 poems by Fabrice B. Poussin”
3 poems by Aiden Quinney
To The Man Who Holds My HeartI watch you lead the knights to battle again.A tear stings my cheek as I remember our youth,taking that sword, you proved you were someone and you taught me an important truth.You stumbled through the puzzle of acrumbling nation. You always got back up,showing me that failure was notContinue reading “3 poems by Aiden Quinney”
3 poems by Joan Mazza
Mimeomia*I’ve fallen into a stereotype, typecastas the little old lady, gray haired, lookingat her feet, wearing clunky sneakersand mom jeans, pigeonholed into a small boxon a shelf with broken paperclips, dullpencils, and exhausted rubber bands.The young ignore adages that link agewith wisdom, tune out ripened warningsseasoned with experience. Only one clerkat the grocery asks, HowContinue reading “3 poems by Joan Mazza”
Can you see that little boy? A poem by Dr. Rickey Miller
Can you see that little boy? Can you see that little boy? He stands amid the rubble that was once his world He sees the mangled bodies of his mother and father, his sisters and baby brother, scattered in blood-soaked heaps His house lies in ruins, the remaining walls crumbling as he looks on HeContinue reading “Can you see that little boy? A poem by Dr. Rickey Miller”
KeyStone. A poem by Anthony David Vernon
KeyStoneSpring is in transitionSome trees are starting to hold out their flowersWhile others are still mere bonesNo conclusions do not always need to reach an endCan we be content returning to our loops?The spring will be here soon returning to its own loops Return to Journal Anthony David Vernon is a Cuban American literary writerContinue reading “KeyStone. A poem by Anthony David Vernon”
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