Editor's Note: Solace
Welcome to Snaps. Our theme for the the past few months has been our way of bringing comfort to each other as the days grew colder. We...
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mcsway
poetry collective
mcsway's online journal
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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Light to the Solace
When a spectrum lies ahead; you look through all and choose none. Solace is to greet everyone. Solace is to accept everything. When life...
A Letter to my Lineage
Content warning: mentions of racism and colonial violence //// Dear grandfather, I speak to you from generations much after yours, and I...
The Moon Above
Ah, my pretty Moon – it feels warm in the dark, As you watch over me with your melting spark. Your lovely presence in this tranquil wet...
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...
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