Poetry

As part of VIU's Global Citizens Week, Juno-award-winning poet Lillian Allen will be delivering this year's Gustafson lecture, as well as hosting a...

It was a greyhound back of the bus love story. His name was DeVon. Tall, lithe, black as night. He was a sad boy, starry-eyed but not sorry. He said...

When confronted in life with two options, to choose the road used over and over again or the road less travelled, what will you choose? Will you...

Rufus woke up and something was very wrong He could feel it in his bone, still wet yet somehow smoking in his mouth. He thought, gosh how long have...

Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp and feels like it’s forcing out my will. I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp, the outcome...

O’ earth, my muse, tell me of your young heroine who travelled far by catamaran. She suffered her own education in rage and fire to torment...