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“The sharpest stigma I ever felt was at the hands of loved ones.”
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Welcome new contributor (writer, artist, cartoonist)
Jacqualyn aka “starvingincanada”
Hello, my name is Jacqualyn I am a person with a disability trying to survive & advocate change in Canada, for people with disabilities. through the written word emails, blogging, facebook twitter etc. just trying to make people & the political candidates aware of [...]
“We are refered to as ‘lived experience’ in some circles; in others we celebrate the moon”
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Words can travel across thousands of miles.
May my words create mutual understanding and love.
May they be as beautiful as gems, as lovely as flowers.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
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The Stigmata of Oedipus
by David Meagher
photos by c. smith
How do we speak of the proper management of “bedbugs”, the notorious pest which has captured so much media attention, especially since plaguing some more up-scale hotels in New York City, this pest which appears to have become a key concern of the Toronto Board of Health, [...]
This poem was written by my daughter Meighan MCGraw at the age of 14, She wrote for a poverty event here in Saskatoon. She is now 16 and still writes.
Peacock welcomes any and all contributions, corrections, insights, feedback, or response to this post
Iroquois Story of Creation
Woman Who Fell From The Sky
In the beginning, in the Sky World, a pregnant wife asked her husband to fetch the delicacies she craved. But she wanted the bark of a root of the Great Tree in [...]
The Stop At The Barns
Mon Mar 16, 2009
By Cheryl Smith
Photo by John Bonnar
Saturday morning market at The Barns is bustling. Under the protection of the Covered Street, there is action here no matter the weather. It is always a warm welcome. It is community at its best.
Brought to us [...]
“The sharpest stigma I ever felt was at the hands of loved ones.”
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The Box
I live outside the box-yet the box lives closed locked up in me.
I have approached the box, I have melded into it, I have never stood outside ‘to see what I could see‘. Let’s see.
It is oblique turquoise and silver shelled, twinkling on a soft pink cloud of hue; it holds the answer to [...]