Creative Writing Blog: Infinity Hustle

[Drive thru. Golden Arches lit up and blasting out the stars.] Hey man listen, it’s all a numbers game. You’ve got that eggshell ego, know what I’m mean? It’s a problem with all good-looking guys. Yeah, homes, you a good looking guy. I don’t feel weird saying it. Some hetero guys, they swear they can’t tell what handsome is. Most hot guys know they’re hot. They’re not used to asking girls out. They’re used to girls making it clear they’re down. You know how gravity and air pressure holds structures together, and how in space that all collapses, your brains balloon out your skull? Your eggshell is maintained against all the lesser-looking guys who don’t get laid. But if a […]

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Creative Writing Blog: punctuation.

(n)ever-minding who enters your bed as the release of ten thousand slaves to your indifference. and all it took was the mismatched back of a returned earring with the question mark that begs when her spine curves into yours to make a point. —Emily Barrie is a fourth-year human rights and gender studies student, poet, rapper, bike enthusiast, and musician living in Centretown. @embarriemanilow 

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Creative Writing Blog: The Negative Zone

The idyllic scene of a snowy field, a mask for the darkness within. Hiding behind a sleeve of innocence, is a soul as black as sin The snow drains the field of colour, makes it whole and white The snow that was carved into lines will just drain me of the fucks I gave and what love I had for everyone and myself The white will claim it anyways These white fields, these cold fields Are as empty as my heart A caricature, I know, of the struggles within Absent of meaning and feeling, A poor player no more I walk through this world a shadow A ghost all pale and white I took the lithium to soar the high, […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Bobby Fischer

It’s damn cold out, cotton all up in my mouth It’s time to move I spoke too soon words like cumulus clouds in crowded room I can’t help it I’m helpless these words come out more like attacks than defences how can it be that they think my truths are offensive? I don’t know how to mend my mouth I don’t know how to pretend I’m not bewitched by my homemade switchblade lips slicing the masquerade I don’t need a bandaid for my mouth. I can name their paths like their stories were faded tattoos written into their laughs and all of their moves If they play chess I strive to be Bobby Fischer manipulating the set while I damage my […]

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Creative Writing Blog: The Rainbow

(As performed with Pith and the Parenchymas) The rainbow The moisture The shame of your effort Your deal Your subject The veins in your chest hurt The call The wall The man in the jail cell The clock The birds The ground where the hail fell The push The pull The blood of the camera The pain The time The national anthem The stride The smirk The smell of your body The twitch The hail The air in the lobby Your heart Your head The lies of the feeling Her hair Her curve Her touch is appealing The death The rebirth The reason for smiling The water The bathtub She drinks what she’s hiding The snake The squirrel The calm […]

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