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March 20 2020camie
00:00 / 01:38

Closed: Faith

by Marina Intson

Trump's Cage by O. Yemi Tubi

AFRICAN'T Africans cannot say NO to exploitation by O. Yemi Tubi

The Big Apple by O. Yemi Tubi

A World Where We Can Breathe

by Müberra Bülbül
Istanbul, Turkey

I can't breathe among sick soul people

I'm drowning when the wicked hands touch me

They turned the world into trash

With their souls and left all their scum

I want to go to the light with all the people

No language no religion no race

There is only being human

All good hearts are needed to breathe

Maybe we light the darkness together

Our children are proud of us then

To create a world where we can breathe

Let's be one.

Hands Collage by Chelsea Brimstin

What The World Needs Now Is Love by Thalia Ranjbar

Singers: Rachel Lloyd and Robert Popoli
 

Musician: William Li
 

Song: What The World Needs- By Hal David and Burt Bacharach
 

Video editing: Grace Campbell

Cinematography: Drew Smith

Artists Featured: Thalia Ranjbar, Rachel Lloyd, Robert Popoli, William Li, Grace Campbell, Natalie Chevalier, Brent Miller, Drew Smith, Ava Conlon, Somayeh Kashi, Tatyana Austrie, Orlena Bray, Gabriel Sizeland, Sarah McMillan, Nolan Linskey, Charlotte Linskey, Keyan Conlon, Patrick Avery-Kenny, Ethan Butler, Jack Sizeland, Lisa Marie- Oliphant, Abigale Oliphant, Sahar Kashi, Ariana Ranjbar, Kora Farley- Smith.

Australian Sunsets by JessAmy Perkins

My Fair La Rona

by Danielle Solo

One month and fifteen days into the end of the world

I summon God to bitch about my love life.

I suppose I could be less selfish,

ask for a cure or something
but I quite like staying at home,

well stocked with Beckett and gin.

Maybe I’ll find a use for the rose quartz dick
I bought back in 2018, roast marshmallows
on the balcony with a bonfire fuelled by his boxers

as the students on the sidewalk below keep singing ​la rona, la rona
my fair la rona.​ I’d hate them for their ignorance, but I’m just as foolish.
Some things are never as bad as you think they’ll be until you see them up close.

I try to be useful, pick out new dominatrix prints for the kitchen
and watch ​Marriage Story​ for the seventeenth time,
as if that one scene will teach me how to trim my hair in the bathtub.

I tell myself that like John Oliver,
the only infection I’ll submit to
is Adam Driver Fever. I redirect all my mail,
take the garbage out at three am,
train my ears like a rabbit’s. I know the rumble
of my neighbours and their stolen shopping cart,
the voices that echo down the hall during Thursday’s dinner parties,

and the sound of him, slumped against the painted wood of the door

stuttering for air and apologies.

One of these days, I’ll stop reaching across the bed

for him as if he were keys in the dark.

The truth is, like the virus,
I am not afraid of him;
I’m just afraid of what he’ll do when he gets inside.

Lyrics

by David Matheson

So colour me in grey again

We both know I hate to make amends

But now it’s getting late again

I’m wide awake and missing my old friends

 

We were going to meet again

But I couldn’t care to call

Every spring I’ve ever known

So quickly turns to fall

 

Every second of mine is like a decade and

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

When every night is another goodbye

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

If only there was some way to save me

If only there was someone to blame

’Til there’s no-one to call cuz there’s no one at all

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

 

I used to romanticize living alone

I’d find a place in the country
And I’d make it my home

I’d grow my own food in the garden

Live on books and beans
Disconnect from the internet

Now I think twice about how that seems

 

Every second of mine is like a decade and

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

When every night is another goodbye

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

If only there was some way to save me

If only there was someone to blame

’Til there’s no-one to call cuz there’s no one at all

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

 

I can’t hide how I’m feeling tonight 

I wish I could settle a life for you 

I can’t hide how I’m feeling tonight 

I wish I was somebody else sometimes

 

I keep having dreams again 

Where there’s no-one left but me

And I spend my days on Instagram

In a never-ending feed

Wishing I was there with them

Wondering who they’d be

Then I look out at the open world

Wondering why me

 

Every second of mine is like a decade and

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

When every night is another goodbye

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

If only there was some way to save me

If only there was someone to blame

’Til there’s no-one to call cuz there’s no one at all

I just keep wondering, I keep wondering

Forever And A Day

by Jocelyn June

REMEMBER YOUR TRIP!

by Josette Joseph

Interracial war - in memory of George

by Tali Cohen Shabtai

By Jessica Pellicciotta

Mental Diarrhea by a Dude in Quarantine

by Mbayo Bona

A view from isolation

by Kelsey Dann

Sixty-seven and counting

by Eva Alie

Poetry

by Nadine Alaloul

The Poet Contemplates Death From Coronavirus

by Danielle Solo

Suffocating is no elegant death:
the kind of thing my mother predicted

as she packed up her oracle cards.

Your pancreas stopped when you were six.

By eighteen, you’ll be on dialysis.
You’ll die before you’re twenty.

I’d die a year late, but still pretty close.
By now I’ve made a game of cheating death,
marking each diaversary with skipped blood tests and spite.

I shouldn’t be bitter; it’s been a good run,
an extra fifteen years of living

with nothing to show for it.
I think of Orwell getting married on his deathbed,

being buried by my mother under the wrong name.

When the groceries get delivered, I practice

wrapping my mouth in a plastic sheet.

How did Keats write death? Something like sleep?

And Oscar Wilde, gasping for breath,
still finds time to bitch about the decor:
Either the wallpaper goes or I do.

Pandemic
by Jocelyn June

The clock ticking reminding me of every second that goes by.
Sinking into the couch once again thinking, what am I waiting for?
No ambition,
Lack of motivation,
The ideas are there,
But I honestly don't care.
What's the point?
I've lost my purpose.
Locked down hiding  in the house undone.
Not worried about clothes fitting anymore.
Been a while since I've walked through my front door.
A smile seems false traveling through screen to screen.
So close yet so far longing to be seen.
Starting to talk to myself into distractions.
The moment I stop to stand still, my mind wonders.
Empty streets,
Restrictions laid down in concrete. 

Never thought I’d experience a pandemic.

by Amelia Eqbal:

Oh the places you’ll go

How naïve it sounds now

 

- A eulogy for the class of 20200

Losing Track

by Becca Berri

by Sahar Salha

"Days not worth counting..."

by Ian Rutherford

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