The Creative Act

From Mikayla

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From Steve

Ramón Sepúlveda lives in Canada since 1974. His short stories have been published en many anthologies in Canada, Unites States, Mexico, the Dominican Republic and Chile. His book of short stories Red Rock was first published in Canada in 1990, and its Spanish version in Chile in 1991. One of his short stories is part of the English Text, Pens of Many Colours, published by Seneca College, Toronto, 1998.

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You left me for a vegetarian man.
no one called me.

there was no letter, no email.

it was you who said it.

you had met him at the Green Door restaurant

he had long hair and magnetic bracelets

forty’sh and unemployed.

but he was your soul mate

your mirror

your spiritual mentor. › Continue reading

Mikayla has high hopes: to travel, and document, to her heart’s content. In the meantime, however, she rejoices in her surroundings and fills notebook after notebook with elaborate retellings of her seemingly ordinary life. These musings are often accompanied by an obsessive need to photograph all the beautiful things that grace her ever insatiable eyes. Days can be spent with cheap wine and sunlight, and daydreams of following in the idyllic footsteps of those she is so influenced by.

These are called: De Maisonneuve, Foliage and On the Way. Please offer her whatever comments seem appropriate to you.

This one from my brother Brian:

Thoughts of last night are torturing me

We gave into “I love you” ’s and lust after a failed world war three

Playing with the black and white I’m inspired to let out all the amazing you see in me

Sitting still,thoughts of happiness like this used to make me ill

Jealous,I got angry instead of wishing others well › Continue reading

From Tara

From Tara:

Wiping her tears with a mascara brush,

She adjusts her bra containing her only sense of worth,

Exiting with her armor on – nobody in, nothing out,

Fearful that the bird contained in her chest will escape, only to be shot,

Trust no one.

Deathly stares to all who approach – they are all out to get her,

Who is out to get whom, exactly?

Self Destruct.

Heels, fancy wheels and sequence blind the superficial eye.

Eventually everyone sees. They always do.

Hurt people hurt people, I remind myself,

Secretly I can relate with this girl, I guess it isn’t much a secret,

Her scars surface through the makeup.

Crushing hearts, one by one – she is alone.

I pray.

This poem is brought to us by a great poet that I am really excited to have on the site. He would like some feedback on his current work. He wants to remain anonymous for a variety of reasons.

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Upright, Down-right Wrong
I’m standing while I’m lying straight—I hope not to your face.
(I don’t know the meaning of outstanding)
I’ve lost the meaning of upstanding, outstanding, understanding—Great!…
My balance is gone, but maybe it was always wrong.
This is serious business—hearts are on the line.
It’s certainly not the time, to play with lives.
It’s about time…to decide what to do—

At least save the feelings of a few.
Who are you? What is this? Are you proud…?
Are these the things you do…? You’re sure?
Because love shouldn’t be confused war.

This is brought to us by Megan of Chocolate Bunny fame.
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