PEMA HOU ❏ After three long years staying close to home
Avoiding public transit like the plague
It’s time for me to push
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Celebrate good times, c’mon! Celebration Square! It’s summer and here we gather from all corners of ‘Sauga The lot is full, no
RANDALL MACDONAL ❏ A green carpet speckled with the childish yellow
Of dandelions and browsing bees
Is ensconced in my memory
With
SERINA LEWIS ❏ I hear the
hum of traffic revving engines
screeching brakes starting and stopping I feel the fur brushing my calves
SERINA LEWIS ❏ from the very back of the bus looking down the centre aisle the back of heads taller and shorter raised and lowered
RANDALL MACDONALD ❏ A broad flat field of azure
Infinitely coated with wrinkles
Is layered with tiny bright diamonds
Dancing to beyond
RANDALL MACDONALD ❏ One Finely attuned, your expressive mind, Challenging beyond uppermost ranges, Never erring, You. Two After many eyes searched, I’m actually abashed; Quiet
FAID SHAHABUDDEEN ❏ White Star’s wondrous superliner, the RMS Titanic,
Left Southampton, England, for New York City,
Eleven decades ago – on April
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Have I come here just to look? Will I definitely pick a book? Maybe more than just one or two, Hard to
PARVEEN KAUR ❏ The story goes on from
Mouth to mouth
From generation to
Generation
Without being written
The story
