• Creative Corner: ‘Transitions’ showcase

    A collection of poems on the theme of ‘transitions’. June marks the end of another academic year and the beginning of summer- weather permitting- as we reach the midpoint of 2019. With so many possibilities for change, this month’s poetry showcase focuses on ‘transitions.’   Arrive The rafters of...
  • Creative Corner: ‘Decisions’ Showcase

    May is a month of decisions for many, especially as the coursework deadlines draw to a close. As many students look for internships, and others towards graduation, it’s a time of change. With this in mind, it felt only appropriate to put together a showcase on the theme of...
  • Creative Corner: ‘Tomfoolery’ Showcase

    As Easter (and assessments…) draw near, it felt appropriate to indulge in a little bit of silly behaviour, a pinch of tomfoolery, to wave away the deadline blues. So this month, we made tomfoolery our theme, and our fabulous poets once again delivered.   As Spring Falls Funny, you-...
  • Creative Corner: Small Spaces by Emily Mae

    When I read that the national average is a size 16 Like we’re all statistics in a clothing regime That I’m three sizes short of, but still considered by some as ‘fat’ For my wide hips and lack of a thigh gap I question why I care, but can’t...
  • Creative Corner- ‘Growing Up’ Showcase

    This month we’re looking at growing up, but more importantly, we want to focus on reflection, perspective, and progress.    Birthday Party   All you are And all you are yet to be Bound up in this little girl Small frail figure Hunched over Eyesight fixed Just above the...
  • Creative Corner – ‘Sonnet’ Showcase

    As it’s February we thought we’d go a bit old school this month and make the theme ‘sonnets’ in time for Valentine’s day. The theme is used in the loosest sense of the word with our poems either using the common form of the sonnet and others the focus...
  • Creative Corner: ‘The Town-Crier’ by Frankie Denton

    If you go down to the woods today, you may find a stranger on a dark and winding path. I did once, when I ventured into the black pines. He stood like a shadow and when he moved, he was the shifting ebony of a dilated pupil. He was...