OLIVE HANNA ❏ I wish that I was dumb and could not speak For then I’d waste no time on useless speech Be tempted not
PARVEEN KAUR ❏ My younger brother Lali was born on March 17, 1946. It was his fourth birthday. We were in Jallandhar. He was in
SAJEDA MANZOOR ❏ Down, around Go astray the leaves Red, yellow, and brown They’re beautiful (you’ll see) Falling to and fro from the same tree
SHANNON CHRISTIE ❏ A lonely seat | White rose | Snow-covered pine | Swan in La Salle Marina | An animal skull | Erin Mills
DECHEN YEE ❏ Crunch, crunch, crunch… Her boots left imprints on the snowy path as she trudged along the winding trails in the woods. Crunch,
ISHRAT CHOWDHURY ❏ Dark and gloomy Cold temperature comes round often Snow becomes hard and slippery Freezing rain, black ice on roads But there is
SHANNON CHRISTIE ❏ I’ve stared into the face | of utter madness | Been a witness to a many | Ghastly things | I’m drowning
HASAN ZIA ❏ It’s all light and dark | My dazed mind and subtle heart | Nurtured in shadows | Thoughts turn to dreams |
PEMA HOU ❏ Others cringe but I delight | As the dark winter night | Brings down fluffs of snow | That soon cover the