A Distant Bell

Luggage shuffled along the ground, edges grating on the concrete platform. Couples laughing and talking—a constant hum in the background. The fog had burned off the land. Only a hazy memory silhouetted the grey shadows of the forest beyond the station. My palms were moist, and I wiped them again, pretending to smooth down the …

Grade B-

I wrote this poem when I was in grade nine. I received a B-, which I think is rather low for such teenage insight! My teacher at the time was notorious in her despise of all things dark and tragic, ‘death’ was a big taboo. I however was dark and tragic. I loved exploring the …