Creative Work: ‘Tick-Tock’ by Courtney Smith

Creative WorksIn this weeks poetry piece by Kingston Student Courtney Smith, she powerfully and realistically explores her memory of one that has been loved and tragically lost – contrasting emotions pour over one another, present is entwined with the past and beautifully vivid memories are brought forth as we consider the question; how can we come to terms with loss?

Tick-tock

Laughter erupts from my core, dormant –

a bubbling flume in an otherwise still pond.

Lungs worn, shaken with delight –

He had a way about him.

A part of me wishes he could still introduce a smile to my face –

“Nice to meet you, hungry. I’m Dad.”

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Creative Work: ‘Weaving Threads’ by Mariella Camilleri

How do we process loss? This week’s non-fiction piece by Kingston MFA Creative Writing student Mariella Camilleri mixes poetry and prose to explore the Creative Worksfeelings that surround the death of a loved one. Snippets of memory, the way present grief mingles with old hurts, and how to make sense of the place someone has occupied in our lives when they are suddenly gone – it’s the most common of human experiences, and Mariella’s piece is a vivid tribute.

 

Weaving Threads

 

It was like a second home. Arms wrapped around us, Maria would proceed to the kitchen to feed us ice creams, biscuits, and other fatty food she stashed in her kitchen.

I don’t remember a time when we didn’t visit. Somehow, her unmarried state made us feel we could drop by invited, lounge in her sugar filled world.

Calm and laid back, she was never perturbed by the noise as we sifted through old clutter; comics, newspapers, old albums and shoes in the top story washroom.

“Look” I’d say parading into the kitchen, on a pair of wee wedges, wondering how Maria’s chubby feet once fit into the shoes. She’d giggle, warn me against breaking a bone.

Most winter days, over a kitchen table covered in newspapers, copybooks, pencil shavings and mugs of tea, she helped us with homework and put her teaching expertise to use. Intrigued by her left handedness, I watched her write letters on coloured flashcards. This image would come to me, when I heard of her death.

I saw her put pen on paper. I heard her vibrant voice. How had we not realised that the end was near? I told myself, that death is nature’s way of making space for another generation. Tears streamed down my face.

She took one last gasp

As a new born took his first,

Unaware of the steps ahead.

A performance without rehearsals;

One chance, one dance.

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Creative Work: ‘Luggage’ and ‘Love Letters’ by Nik Way

Creative WorksThis week’s submissions come from Kingston student Nik Way.   Nik’s subtle, observation based approach to poetry is quite refreshing. The combination of interesting images with the mulling over of the process of producing poetry leaves the reader examining their own methods.

 Luggage

sitting at 30,000 feet

a cloud blanket below

here, there is no girl I left

or boy I am returning to

days I have spent

and planned

do not exist

the dentist appointment I must

rush to keep upon landing is in

another dimension

half-heard in cracks

between worlds

sitting still at 500 miles-per-hour

with an empty page before me

I am content

not to fill it

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Creative Work: ‘Melon Colic’ by Ryan Licata

Creative WorksThis weeks post comes to us from competition winner Ryan LicataTeetering on the edge between flash fiction and poetry, ‘Melon Colic’ easily packs a symbolic and open ended story into the form of simple yet undeniably pungent
prose.  Ryan’s piece reveals a bit more about itself with each read through and is a wonderful example of sharp, clever writing. 

 

Melon Colic

 She had me wait in the parlour while she finished adding some final touches to her dress. She’d put on a record so that I would not feel alone. It turned out to be Mahler, who always made me feel so terribly lonely. I walked around the room, looking for clues. She kept an empty birdcage with a small mirror inside. I decided to mention it later, if the evening should come to that. She came out soon enough, wearing a black scarf in the middle of summer, catching me with the A-Z of existentialism. ‘T’es mélancolique – c’est très beau!’

We would like to thank everyone who participated in the competition and the judges who took the time to read every submission and pick their favorites.  Be on the lookout for the publication, which will be launched in September of 2014. More info to come,  see you at the party!