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The Tree & The Child

A child follows the sound of trees creaking and bending in the wind, and finds herself in front of the Tree. Tree: Look into my eye, I will show you your future, my child. Child: (weary) Is it safe? Tree: Yes. Come near to me child, be still and watch closely at its center, youContinue reading “The Tree & The Child”

Radio Ga Ga: The Origin of the Mixtape

I am going to be explicit, firstly, when I say that this is in no way the definitive history of the mixtape, I have done almost zero research into it, and am using only anecdotal evidence, my own drug-influenced memory, and the memory of others with similar life experiences in which to write this article.Continue reading “Radio Ga Ga: The Origin of the Mixtape”

Fascination Street: A Love Song to The Cure

The first time I felt the presence of god was not in a church, and it wasn’t god at all. It was Robert Smith, and it was at a Cure show in 1996. Let me explain. I can assure you that I am not some weirdo fangirl that is obsessed with Robert Smith’s lipstick stainedContinue reading “Fascination Street: A Love Song to The Cure”

Bring on the Dancing Horses

Are you in a relationship? Do you have a personal relationship with our Lord and saviour Jesus Christ? Or is it just a casual thing? That was the basic pentecost pick-up line: Do you have a personal relationship with god? Are you ready to let God into your heart? She was raised pentecostal. If youContinue reading “Bring on the Dancing Horses”

Lovesong: A Collection of Poetry & Photographs in Honour of Love Day

Defeated I’m warm and a shutterFaintly a flutterHardly awareGripped by your stareStanding stark and nervousLetting go,You lay me still and quietThen all at once, your love is violentA tumble of lust,Engagingly roughAnd cluttered with intentA sinful retreat,An amorous defeat. Warm Fold me up, like pockets of blue-love Wiggle my arms and legs I will waitContinue reading “Lovesong: A Collection of Poetry & Photographs in Honour of Love Day”

Ode to Paper

Ever since I can remember, I have always had an obsession with stationary. Many times as a girl, I would slip away from my mother, and could be found wandering the aisle of the office supply section of the grocery store. To this day, I cannot leave a store without perusing the aisle of pens,Continue reading “Ode to Paper”

Last Night I Dreamt that Somebody Loved Me

I dreamt last night that I died. I was waiting for the CTA red line, and a man approached me from behind with a gun. He called out a name that was not my own. I attempted to explain that it was a case of mistaken identity, but the terror I felt, as the gunContinue reading “Last Night I Dreamt that Somebody Loved Me”