The way things look from under here
everything about existing
is
a thank you letter
that we try to figure out
by bouncing from
one sunny corner of the universe
to another
the morning is madness
the afternoon is madness
the evening is the kind of madness
we ask for
when we call each other by name
night time is a smoky substance all on its own
and sometimes I have to speak sentences out loud
just to hear them settle in the air around me
“wait a little longer; we’re on our way home”
City bird
_____city bird
__your feathers are heavy with rain
silver and grey thread
__bound between each one,
soft drizzle of miracle water
in my hair, between my fingers
__like
___someone else’s hand
_____slow dribble thin stream
___the smoky feeling of toronto
__in an overcast october
–you were here when you were born
___the long, drawn out pressing of keys
like speaking voices woven through song
__reminds me so badly of you
___so miserably, lovingly
_____ardently
___oh, city bird
______my city bird
Laura Rojas is a 19 year old from Colombia, currently living in Toronto, Canada. Her work has appeared in online blogs, local zines, and an Anthology released via the Poetry Institute of Canada. Currently, Laura is avidly designing and releasing little chapbooks of her poems to sell around the city, as well as writing for Fresh Print Magazine and being on the editing team for The Continuist–a student-run zine at Ryerson University. She dreams of publishing her own book, saving the amazon rainforest, and owning a Corgi pup.
Laura is in love with everything, so she writes about it.
–Art by Dia Takácsová