Kola articles from January 2000

Kola archives from January 2000

Editorial.(Brief Article)(Editorial)
January 1, 2000... Kola has reached another milestone on its literary journey. The magazine is found in many universities in Canada, the United States of America, Africa, Germany and the West Indies. In the Montreal area, elementary and high schools also...

Kleenex.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Kleenex Old ladies shove Kleenex up their sleeves kleenex in every pocket waistband and purse all crumpled up it is inevitable regardless of my search smashed to smithereens wash cycle torn to bits spin cycle clean...

The Fire.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... The Fire I can't remember what I looked like, With no childwood photograph to show To either my children or me... My father lit the kitchen wood stove In a drunken stupor. He left My mother to sleep upstrairs. It was a...

Men in Spandex.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Men in Spandex One's pup is a good excuse and I'm sure there's plenty others, to stroll the park's periphery, the sidewalked periphery. Most men prefer and so do I. (So here's to the men who jump and stretch, who run...

Poetry Makes Nothing Happen.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... "POETRY MAKES NOTHING HAPPEN" W.W. 1 poets reveal to the world truths of hidden horrors. Who remembers them: Owen, Sassoon, Rosenberg and Greaves, when children are just taught to recite, "In Flanders Fields?" Sixties labelled...

Kitchen Doors & Two By Fours.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Kitchen Doors & Two By Fours Consider plump Peggy Atwood squeezing through the checkout counter of her local IGA. Her buggy filled with heavy deli devices like thick-hipped hyperboles and jelly-belly rhyme chocolate concrete...

Time-out.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Time-out Sounds hit the ground burrowing holes Clouds screen the sky scribbling messages The season is here yet again, sealed Bird shrieks shake the room In the closed space a deep nothingness If I jump into this, will the world...

The Dark Falling.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... The Dark Falling Tears are falling Directly Into my stomach Fear is crawling Honestly In my blood Will I dance The Dark night will hang itself In blue sadness Tears will fall Fear will crawl Stomach & blood...

Burning Rocks of Summer.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Burning Rocks of Summer I am a long belt around the waist of suffering My old rugged tears Have dried on my skin Cutting rifts into it Whose legs visit a dead well In the burning rocks Of summer? I'll wait For the...

Lonely Like a River.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Lonely Like a River It is fine to see the outside so hazy After rain, sadness And darkness creeps in Dark clouds weakening the day Rivers are back to rolling Following a strong chime Down the closed throats of heroes &...

Indigo.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Indigo Before boarding the bus we saluted the flag. I was eight, Daniel turned to me, whispered, Niggers like you belong to Carolina, pointing beneath the trinity of colors to our state's banner instead, a blue-black landscape...

167 Bluff Road.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... 167 Bluff Road After the burning we moved to my grandparent's house, then to my aunt's. After Daddy left we settled into a trailer where our house had been. Ash. concrete, the squared foundation -- burnt pile of our former lives, a...

Off Frogmore's Bluff.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Off Frogmore's Bluff Stuck in swamp water, we rest suspended. Our boat is miles from the landing, far from dry land. Does the water ever rise here? Perhaps we should wait until the river returns. Before I can say anything he has eased...

Sky.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Sky White on blue or blue on white Which is first in the heavenly sight? Vanilla cotton candy Mixed with mild blueberry There is so much one sees When they look beyond the trees. How high does it go? Does anyone really know?...

A Soldier's Farewell.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... A Soldier's Farewell Land of my birth, Oh dearest earth Beneath whose shining skies I toil: I must now leave your sacred soil, and risk my blood on foreign lands To save you from the harsh demands, Which tyrants, heartless,...

Spring Sentiment.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Spring Sentiment Owen Rowe No more those winter saddened skies! I look at last with gladdened eyes Into the sunlit blue beyond, Dappled with those silver clouds Whose pattern change with every breeze That stirs in that...

Dirty Linen.(Poem)
January 1, 2000... Dirty Linen Mama I here in Canada A Blessed land, where far from the isles of sun and sea we stand and sing oh Canada, oh Canada we stand on guard for thee. Land of DaCosta, Le Jeune and Hall settlers, scholars and warriors...

My grandmother and me.
January 1, 2000... I cannot recall the day I first met my maternal grandmother. She was probably present at my birth. I only know we always got along very well together. My paternal grandmother lived in the general vicinity, but she preferred not to become too...

The keeper: a tale.(Short Story)
January 1, 2000... The rain pours down like nails on glass, threatening to shatter it. Against the pavement of the road the clatter of the rain serves as applause for the dazzling lightning and claps of thunder. It sets a display quite like the effects fireworks...

Balconville revisited.(Play)
January 1, 2000... OSCAR:(Staring intently at six o'clock news on the T. V.) Scary shit, eh? DESMOND: What? OSCAR: This thing at Oka. This land deal that's going down. DESMOND: Oh, the Oka crisis. OSCAR: Focking S.Q., a bunch of jokers. Look at...

Liberation and self-understanding: a study of Bessie Head's female characters.(Critical Essay)
January 1, 2000... This essay seeks to explore the tensions in the lives of Bessie Head's female characters within the dialectic of opposing tendencies such as male domination and female subjugation, oppression and liberation, inferiority and superiority, public...

The Discerner of Hearts and Other Stories. (Reviews).
January 1, 2000... Olive Senior, The Discerner of Hearts and Other Stories. Toronto: McClelland and Stewart. Inc., 1995. $18.99. Olive Senior's, The Discerner of Hearts, is a collection of short stories that should be read over several sittings. The pace, the...

Stain My Days Blue. (Reviews).
January 1, 2000... Patricia A.Johnson, Stain My Days Blue. Philadelphia: Ausdoh Press, 1999. $12.95 2/OO I have always thought of the color blue in relation to sky, sea, anger or depression. After reading Stain My Days Blue, I knew why the Northwest Arkansas...