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FIVE WORDS: lunacy, harvest, affection, manifest, quagmire

beyond this realm is something
worth seeing but it’s not entirely
visible
a knot of confusion
a conundrum, a quagmire, an affect
that affects everything it touches

for you see that confusion and chaos
births a level of love
within our simple thoughts

deep within the forest
years deep into the harvest
a child hold a seed with tender affection
the sky bursts a new shade
fades deep within her skin
and she smiles at clouds, 
allowing her to explore the realm beyond vision
beyond believability, beyond the beyond

and this seed, planted in
blackened soil will manifest
and bless the entire village
beating a joy to all who eat it’s fruit
whose lips are nourish
who once were lost, now understand that knowledge
goes beyond apples, 
never forbidden
they dispel doubt
it becomes written

the confusion, the quagmire of existence,
a bundle of madness, a puzzle to be
solved, can’t seem to find a way
into the young child’s mind
with a days worth of bruises and muddy
elbows, the strangeness, the lunacy of being
correct
washes away from the mind
as she waters away at the seed
and the realm beyond vision
is within her grasp…is it within yours?

(C) Whitney French 2014

Nuit Blanche, 2013Crashed the festivalBusked over 40 poems in one nightSlept 11 hours the next dayThanks to Tom Buis for the photo

Nuit Blanche, 2013

Crashed the festival
Busked over 40 poems in one night
Slept 11 hours the next day

Thanks to Tom Buis for the photo

Here are a few of the poems pumped out for the OCAD Zine Fair last week. Take it in fair folks!

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The OCAD Zine Fair was fruitful. Busked a bunch of classic stanzas

three words: PAM, LIGHT, CHALLENGE

three words: PAM, LIGHT, CHALLENGE

to write poetry, sincere poetry, it is like performing heart surgery on yourself without anaesthesia…in public

Amir Sulaiman

first time I busked, at Osgood station, July 2013

first time I busked, at Osgood station, July 2013

a really long poem

three words: UNITY, LOONS, FREQUENCY

written at the regal road open mic

Expozine was the largest zine fair I ever attended. It looked as though there were over 1,000 people in that church basement between the two days. Luckily I sold many a books and poems, met some incredible folks and all without a camera. Much credit and respect to the people who photographed their poems and sent it to me. Special thanks to Jerome Arfouche who photographed the black and white with a film camera

three words: BOURBON, TRAIN, SCHNITZEL

three words: BOURBON, TRAIN, SCHNITZEL

three words: SIBLINGS, LIFE, DEATH

I’ll type up this one because it’s hard to read:

siblings fight
it’s part of life
yet it’s always part of death too,
death, the older brother 
bosses his older sister around claims
that the souls in chains
run by the millions
she, bright and carefree, takes note that
her being are vibrant and grateful
to her existence
while the souls see her brother
who laughs knowing they fear him
and always will.

for years they quarrel
tear down comets and crators
debating which sibling is greater
the energy source, the breath of life or the coldy
eternity death’s harsh night

together they rest
after years of arguing soon confess
that they both envied the other
for the powers each possess
with a sulk and a sigh
they both wonder why
the fighting began in the first place(C) Whitney French, 2013

three words: SIBLINGS, LIFE, DEATH

I’ll type up this one because it’s hard to read:

siblings fight

it’s part of life

yet it’s always part of death too,

death, the older brother 

bosses his older sister around claims

that the souls in chains

run by the millions

she, bright and carefree, takes note that

her being are vibrant and grateful

to her existence

while the souls see her brother

who laughs knowing they fear him

and always will.

for years they quarrel

tear down comets and crators

debating which sibling is greater

the energy source, the breath of life or the coldy

eternity death’s harsh night

together they rest

after years of arguing soon confess

that they both envied the other

for the powers each possess

with a sulk and a sigh

they both wonder why

the fighting began in the first place

(C) Whitney French, 2013