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Named after the custom of snapping one's fingers in support of a poet's performance, Mcsway's student-run journal Snaps features work by McGill poets.

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Crisp Morning, Cold Night, Warm Drinks

I could picture you in the crisp early morning First-sun hitting the rocky tips of mountain ridges across the inlet from our camping spot...

Orange

that winter was cruel she took the light from your eyes every morning i would shiver when you entered the room when spring bloomed tears...

A Reflection on Life, Mortality, Death and Eternity

I recall the precise moment I became aware of my own consciousness, along with a simultaneous realisation that my consciousness might one...

Summer 2003

The air is hot and heavy, and mosquitoes buzz in the night, rocking chairs squeak on warped floorboards. The lightbulb above them is...

to the men in my life / on letting go

The night I met him he played me guitar I watched his fingers pluck the weathered strings I saw the world in his fingertips His room was...

Staccato

the first time you write a poem in 2 years there is glass under your shoes, sparkling like September frost. You are wishing your shoe...

Senses

Illusions get clearer and clearer, As they obscure where the reality lies, In a world full of smoke and mirrors, To really see, I close...

Which is First?

I wonder what my ancestors would think of me becoming an English teacher or of me falling in love with English so hard that it’s the...

To Sew a Story

Blue cursive letters, neatly curled and l(ink)ed, as though threaded with a pen through the page. I've heard of people who weave a story,...