Author Archives: Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Poetry Corner “Apologies to our Canadian Inuit”

Apologies to our Canadian Inuitnecessary victims of freeze driedconcentration camps called residential schoolgood intentioned Paul McCartneydares criticize an aboriginal seal huntno harpoon redressuneasy trust only hastened the inevitableamongst mineral rights and the sovereignand commercial Arctic venturesspouted from white man dollared denturesaccompanied by expanding markets reduced to fishing guides for the sub 49erssearching for charpresents ofContinue reading “Poetry Corner “Apologies to our Canadian Inuit””

Poetry Corner: “Woes of the protesting protestant grave searcher”

Woes of the protesting protestant grave searcher Journey to find fathercremated in 64soon lostamongst 14,867 interned Catholicssome snickering about certain historical winsa gateand the wrong cometary obfuscates the search Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Childhood Plus”

Childhood Plus Slapped on the asswrenched out with plastic glovesspotlight blinds the primary visiona warm welcome to lifehorrid formula milkand the accursed Pablumshitting all over the placethe Big Ones pat our heads so cutebut so obnoxious so get rid of em quicksthrust into the gulag of kindergarten barricades angry ones yell at usdiscipline, moralsand properContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Childhood Plus””

Virus # 26:Chapter 52 “the post pandemic world : no more biological warfare research”

Chapter 52 “the post pandemic world : no more biological warfare research” We knew where to point the fingers for COVID-19 and that was the Americans and the Chinese and for Virus # 26 it was the Turks and the Iranians who the Americans paid back in limited nuclear strikes. In both cases it amountedContinue reading “Virus # 26:Chapter 52 “the post pandemic world : no more biological warfare research””

Virus # 26: Chapter 51 “the post pandemic world: physical and mental exhaustion yet a time for hope”

Chapter 51 “the post pandemic world: physical and mental exhaustion yet a time for hope” After close to 12 years of pandemics the world was exhausted both physically and mentally of having to contend with waves of viral attacks. The endless curtailment of liberties and freedom of assembly. The propaganda. Pig headed politicians. A mediaContinue reading “Virus # 26: Chapter 51 “the post pandemic world: physical and mental exhaustion yet a time for hope””

Poetry Corner: “Evening Management Classes”

Evening Management Classes greedy grasping suburban sniffersassemble after workhaunted by prospects of lower class bluesfired by ambitious dreamsontological drama forgottenin the dance of dollarsthe future managershines like the star of Bethlehem Steelclamouring to absorb the techniques of worker manipulationand win the Audi A 7respect, dignitywholesome people of the communityand not even that expensive Italian fragrancemasksContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Evening Management Classes””

“All Too Perfect”: Counterbalance Collective Teases Us

If you like a short film that has you querying what really is going on when the credits role “All Too Perfect” may very well be for you. Sam (Nabil Ayoub) and Alex (Bridget Ori) have a seemingly perfect relationship until Sam’s phone starts binging away. Alex jokes when she hears it was a callContinue reading ““All Too Perfect”: Counterbalance Collective Teases Us”

Virus # 26: Chapter 50 “so what about me Dr. Evan Terpene?”

Chapter 50 “so what about me Dr. Evan Terpene?” This is my story so I should update you about where I ended up. You may recall my gangster patient Spike gave me title to his ritzy Toronto penthouse condo but in addition to that he willed me his “compound” in Sunridge, Ontario, Sunridge is aContinue reading “Virus # 26: Chapter 50 “so what about me Dr. Evan Terpene?””

Poetry Corner: “Orange cake”

Orange cake the son and daughter in law’s visitcelebrated by the baking of an orange cakelovingly recreated as her late husband’s favouritememories chokerelieved temporarily through martinis secretly spirited away in the kitchenseek to soothe but barbs life’s sadistic daggers deeperfrom wounds that will never healonly temporarily addressed by hope foistered on three childrensuch as motherContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Orange cake””