Our voices. Words. Sentences. Melodies. A scrawl of characters on a page. Our voices. They are a tool by which we can shape the world around us. They give us power and meaning and the opportunity to share our stories. They are the way by which we protest the greatest injustices, the way…
My flight is tomorrow. I dug through my basement until I found the box of mints. The box was greying and losing lustre. I shook it. Nothing. I grabbed a random packet of mints off the counter. Mint flavoured, I laughed. How original. I dumped the mints into the box to fill it. I took…
I discovered American poet Nash Consing purely by chance. Scrolling through my Instagram feed on a late May evening nearly two years ago, I came across a collaboration between Nash and fellow Instagram poet, Alexa (@ar_poems). I subsequently followed Consing’s account, and perhaps it was the mix of writing and aesthetics that drew me in…
Now that it’s summer, I have all the time in the world (seemingly) to finally dig into those books I’ve been lusting over for months. My jam packed schedule during the school year inhibits the time I have for things I enjoy doing, like reading! I decided what better to do then share what’s on…
For years I searched for an outlet to really express myself in a way that made me happy but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t seem to do it. I’d attempt to paint or draw, but I’d end up more frustrated than anything because it never came out the way I envisioned. I…