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THE GIFT OF VULNERABILITY by Pauline Turgeon

Oxford Dictionary defines “vulnerable” as “injury of a non-physical nature,” I define it as the most terrifying, yet emotionally gratifying gift I have received in my years of recovery from addiction and mental health disorders. When the chance to become a … Continue reading

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HOME by Harry Kuhn

So many broken memories, So many places I never fit. Too often the guest, rarely the host, Too many sofa-beds. So often keeping silent, So often needing to be agreeable. Never in my own home, Never feeling at home. A … Continue reading

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TEMPORAL SPATIALITY by Erin Anderson

My childhood home moved between cities and small towns, stretching from Etobicoke to as far away as Lewiston, New York. After that we returned to Canada, where I lived on Foxwood Drive—my longest ever at a single address. It was … Continue reading

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Response to Mary Oliver’s Poem “Mindful” by Erin Anderson

Dominant Hand I “Prayers made out of grass” I dream of such a soft world Which light shines upon       II I fall asleep there Under the soft canopy Mind finally clear   III This is commonplace? Mary, … Continue reading

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CONNECTION/DISCONNECTION BY ERIN ANDERSON

Roots. Lifeline of trees and human beings alike. They provide a connection to something outside of ourselves. Nourishment. Even in their demise, trees are more than a worm buffet. They invite creatures in to share their warmth. Their scarred bark … Continue reading

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The Melody of Panic by Pauline Turgeon

The feeling I get when I am on stage is what I imagine peering into a pool of rapacious piranhas would feel like. Fear alone keeps me standing upright. The lights are turned down low and the air is tinged … Continue reading

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Meet Pauline!

My name is Pauline and I am ecstatic to be working with Grit Uplifted and all its members for the next several weeks. I, like Erin, am also a mature student at Western University and am nearing the end of … Continue reading

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UNTITLED by Ashley Diana Wren

I am an avid book and film collector. And today, I come with no agenda. I am just looking around the flea market like an alien visitor From another planet. I just entered Pacific Mall in Markham. I can see … Continue reading

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The Mouse Trap by Victor Doxtator

Wendell sat on a log and blew an elongated cloud of cigarette smoke into the air. It disintegrated immediately, like a bomb blowing up. While Bert and Sammy chatted like squirrels, Wendell took inventory of what he accomplished today. Yes, … Continue reading

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The Three Mouseketeers by Victor Doxtator

Wendell raised the back of his jacket collar to shield his neck from the icy wind and snow. Two more blocks and he would reach the secret path that would lead to his hideout. Would Bert and Sammy be there? … Continue reading

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