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Pantone 9561 C
hi mama, please don’t freak out i want to start by saying I’m okay.
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You
i thought i loved you honestly, i really did
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The Security Guard
I’ve seen him every monday, wednesday, friday this november
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Spaghetti
This was going to be a long-winded spaghetti metaphor.
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We’re Hiring: VP Social Programming
Do you like hosting fun events? Want to get more involved in the English department? Now is your chance!
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dear my universe
the stars tell stories but not everyone can hear them. a night sky; under the expanse of the world– the watchful eyes of the cosmos what am i searching for?
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This Feels Like The End
Bleeding wishes held in your hands feel so far Hard water, the words unsaid
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All I Know
All the machine knows is to operate All the spider knows is to weave
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Drowning
I can’t say anything We’re drowning in grey waters
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Rapture
i am forever chasing the next distraction
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Big Sun & The Crabapple Miracle
I Have you met me yet? – I am a small animal who is trying to fall in love with you. Oh, wait, no, that can’t be right. – I woke up really slow at first and then all of the sudden. And all of the things I had been holding in my hands and in the space between my skin and my real self started to fall, which is to say I started to drop them, and then couldn’t remember how to pick them up again. I started to get smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until I exploded, until I met my real body. – Have we met before?…
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TAG
You know how like/sometimes/new clothes come with those super long tags
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Agape
If I could be a cloud
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In Loving Memory
Dear Reader… For context and as a content and/or trigger warning, my mother passed away a few years ago. I found solace in reading and writing poetry. It lent a hand in articulating the complex emotions and nuances of navigating through the past few years after losing someone so important to me. The creation and collection of these three short, anonymous poems has been a reflective and therapeutic experience. My hopes are that they can help you reflect on and articulate similar emotions or feelings if you too have lost a loved one. TLDR; Content/Trigger Warning: This collection of poems deals with themes of death, losing a family member, parent, …
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Everyday Event
shuddering the shadows huddled in corners, soon to be sacrificed to the glorious
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Hymn, he was
The sunrise laughter, he was— His array of morning-bird chirping humor, A tear-turned-smile: Houdini’s final quest.
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Alone in the River with Who?
Sitting on an island with who? I'm not sitting here with you.
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2022-23
Read bios and get to know the 2022-23 executive team of the UBC English Students Association!
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I’m doing a BSc and a BA. Why?
“We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars, now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.” -Cooper, Interstellar I was fourteen when my family and I went to see Christopher Nolan’s film Interstellar. Back then, my destiny was to be an actress. I was represented by outstanding agency and was skipping classes to attend auditions and call backs. My weekends were reserved for acting classes and filming demo reels. We went to watch this movie so we could support another kid at my acting school who was in the film. I remember seeing their face pop up…
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2022 Short Story Competition’s Winners
I am pleased to announce the ESA’s first ever Short Story Competition’s winners, as voted by our members: First place: “New Clothes” by Kagiso Pupp Second place: “The Sky, Today” by Olivia McNeill Third place: “i am pretty and i do not long for your approval” by Kayla Wilford Thank you to everyone who participated, both by voting and by sharing your creative works. Each and every single work was read a plethora of times and some of these stories truly resonated with their readers. Even though the competition is over, I am happy to share that the entries are still accumulating new reads daily and are being enjoyed by…
