Rocks Don’t See It
By: Ken Rosser What a thing to say? How do we know rocks don’t see what we do, or what we don’t? Just because rocks don’t talk to us, doesn’t mean they have nothing to say; they merely have taken our measure, and don’t want to…
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Words From The Street Selected Readings Event
Click The Image Above To Find Out More About The Words From The Street Contest. VE’AHAVTA & THE TORONTO WRITER’S COLLECTIVE PRESENT: Words from the Street Selected Readings Showcasing the works of writers from the Creative Writing Program. Thursday, October 8th, 7 p.m. – 9 p.m.…
Write About Things I Would Go Back and Change
Things I would go back and change? Now this is a question I never ask but instead I say, what are things I wanna do for the future because of how much I learned yesterday? Either good or bad it has made me the person I am…
Write About Something Or Someone That Makes You Feel Alive
Like Holding A Butterfly Or A Heartbeat Holding my paint brush is like holding a magic stick. Like the best heroin rush you could ever have, except even better. With the paint brush, my mind is going a million thoughts a minute; it explodes. I could feel the…