Author Archives: darcie friesen hossack

BY THE BAY Breeze of the sea, smell of the sand, its been awhile. Since I last work on my tan, as thing divert, not according to plan, finding yourself, in no man’s land, all this time, I got away and ran then I questioned myself, until when? Feeling at lost, sitting by the bay,Continue reading “3 poems by Jaa Jasril”

TIME OF RENEWAL Spring is coming days are growing lighter brighter shadows are shorter in the middle of the day and the warm sun whispers promises of renewal You are leaving us just as we begin to hope again just as the earth reawakens from a long cold sleep We will miss you Miss theContinue reading “Spring Poetry by Lori D. Roadhouse”

As liberal as the air Air is a traitor. It entered the enemy. It reddened his blood. It filled his lungs, expanded his ribs Made him puff up his chest and then left to inform you, that you could have the blue blood that you would have to exhale all the hate you held inContinue reading “2 Poems by Akshaya Pawaskar”

Golden Giant Who is sitting in the heavens and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smiling? Golden staff in his hand flashes a dazzling light. Ah, the flashes of lightning- interweave over my head… I walked into the crystalline corridor of the time- I want to openContinue reading “Golden Giant. A poem by Hongri Yuan, translated by Yuanbing Zhang”

The rains now softly fall And the fields jubilate. The eye beholds the beauty of low green fields, And the lilies smile. The white birds fly against the blue sky, The Risen Lord is here. Oh let mankind join the music of nature, That so freely praises and portrays, Without hesitation, The wonders of ourContinue reading “Easter Poems by Geraldine Sinyuy”

Inside the Nova Scotian Statistical Average For Eric Trethewey) The Hants County gypsum mines— the white-dust, black-lung-disease quarries— is drill-pocked cadavers. Many cast-off miners could be saints if they didn’t gotta throttle bottles to try piss the disembowling grime out their throats, lungs, schnozzles, eh? Some retailiate for toxic gaspin by stabbin wives, stranglin smallContinue reading “3 poems by George Elliott Clarke”

The door Because I lost you On the first lunar line of the month of Shawwal Search the moon very well You are the full entity in our separation And I I start new one from imperfect water droplets In your worship, My free heart and self-awareness stays awaken … After remembering you When everyoneContinue reading “3 Ramadan Poems by Masudul Hoq”

cooking risotto (or why i love my life) —a new recipe small pieces of asparagus & shrimp lemon juice prepared in separate pan & I think of G.—when did I last cook risotto when did I last eat asparagus in March of which year I am transported to Austrian spring crispy temperature a field ofContinue reading “cooking risotto (or why I love my life). A prose poem by Hillary Keel”

JEAN ATKIN – THE UNCHAINED POET This month I’m very excited to catch up (at a run!) with Jean Atkin, a poet I’ve always admired for her energy, optimism and unique way of looking at the world.  For Jean, writing is not about sitting at a desk, it’s about engagement with the external environment inContinue reading “Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge. Featuring Jean Atkin”

Inspired by Jean Atkin’s unusual use of place in her work I thought this month I would turn to the concept of Writer-in-Residence and see how that can help to freshen up our own writing.  A residency is like being a Laureate for a particular place or organisation and can be loosely interpreted or comeContinue reading “Writing Advice with Sue Burge. Become a Writer-in-Residence of the Beautiful and Unusual”