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My Poetic Journey, Poem

Haiku: My Introduction to Poetry

The first poem I ever wrote was a Haiku. It was an assignment for my grade 5 English class, and before that, I had never even embraced the thought of poetry. I will admit, the thing that got me hooked on writing it, was both my fear of failing - my dad would kill me,… Continue reading Haiku: My Introduction to Poetry

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Toronto Writer’s Collective Workshop & Feature

Last year, I decided to take ownership of my writing and develop my skills. With that in mind, I ended up looking for programs to participate in when I landed on the Toronto Writer's Collective (TWC) Mentorship program. I was accepted into the program, and it was some of the most creative periods of my… Continue reading Toronto Writer’s Collective Workshop & Feature

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How Ripples Became a Community – Part 1: Casting the Stone

*The story is much longer than I had expected and will be split into multiple parts.   It would be easy to say that this story starts and ends with Sandra. Even though she was the one who threw the stone into the lake - the ripples went further and wider than IĀ imagined, and they… Continue reading How Ripples Became a Community – Part 1: Casting the Stone

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The Story of “Beauty” – My FU Poem

Since it is national poetry month in Canada, I wanted to share some of my favourite poems and the reasons they mean so much to me. "Beauty" is special to me for three reasons. 1- The act of writing The first is for the simple act of writing the poem. It's the first poem I've… Continue reading The Story of “Beauty” – My FU Poem