SUBMISSIONS

Submissions are accepted on a regular basis, year-round.
Can include, short stories, essays, poetry and prose.
Must not exceed 3,000 words.
Must be written by a current ESA student, or alumni.
Submissions are accepted: e.s.say.says@gmail.com

Saturday, 5 May 2018

love poem/4

love poem/4

as i lay in the field of wheat
i am
also running
through the gaps
in the tectonic plates at the core
the creek which balances my valves
Peach-scented dirt envelops my toes
the worms welcoming me home
as i lay in the field of wheat
i am here and there
i am the peaches which grow from the root
i am the plates that collide in chorus, making themselves known through devastation
and i am the seeds and strands of wheat which i lie in
which provide life and sustenance
i emphasize that i am part of the chaos
the bricks around me

We are each other

-Michaela Yarmol-Matusiak

love poem/2

love poem/2

Did you hear?
Can you feel it?
What!
I can’t hear you,
I’m sorry.
I love you!
I truly cannot hear you;
There is smog coming through my bronchioles and filling my lungs,
Chaos floods my ears.
Fires burn in my arteries.
My heart is being pumped dry of my sustenance, the oxides overwhelm the oxygen.
My capillaries are exhausted.
My legs will not stop shaking with the weight of the atmosphere.
Skin marred, my hands are unknown even to me.
There is dull constant pain throughout my frame,
But I will still hold you though.
What did you say?
When you fall, I’ll still hold you.
When your limbs are trembling, I’ll still hold you.
When you smile, I’ll cherish you.
I will always carry you home.

-Michaela Yarmol-Matusiak

jumble

jumble


the past is untouchable,
yet
it may wrench your hands into knotted root systems.
leaching water,
lack of nourishment.
weeds and delicate flowers which compete for space,
thought, nitrogen, carbon, worms.
in the chaos of new.
yesterday is the dandelion,
and the Queen Anne’s lace and the black-eyed susan plants
are both full of
commending, honourable traits.
although seen in different lights,
both have purpose in teaching how to interact,
with vivid days of sunlight,
and dreary days of hydrogen.
love letters and declarations of independence are one in the same,
desire and dependence rule them.
/i am the flowing ink of love that connects and divides
   hills and hawks and birds and bones.
/i am the free-flowing oxygen
circulating in an external, eternal embrace.
all mimic one another.
patterns and rules,
yet
to be understood.

-Michaela Yarmol-Matusiak

Past Sky Blue- Laura Kim

Past Sky Blue


We told ourselves panels of wood
Would never know more
About ourselves than we do.

And yet each grain
Held a tear of our loss,
A smile of our happiness,
A mouthful of anger.

We told ourselves each remnant
Of our pasts would never
Bleed past the green.

And yet each memory
Like a drop of ink
In a watercolour world.

We told ourselves
To be happy
Past brick
Past light
Past sky.

And yet here we sit
And lie against the grass
Waiting for a shooting star.

- Laura Kim

Saturday, 6 January 2018

The Toronto Star Short Story Contest  ...is open again!


From yesterday's online edition of the paper...
  • This year’s contest runs until 5 p.m. on Feb. 28.
  • The winner will receive $5,000 and a creative writing course from The Humber School for Writers.
  • The second-place winner will take home a $2,000 prize, while third place will be awarded $1,000.
  • The winner can choose a 30-week creative writing correspondence program, valued at $3,000, at Humber, or a week-long summer workshop, worth $1,000, at the college’s Lakeshore campus in Toronto.
  • Stories can be about any topic the entrant chooses, as long as it’s original, unpublished, and amounts to less than 2,500 words. Entries are limited to one per person.
  • Submissions will be judged by a panel of the Humber School for Writers and narrowed down to a short list. The three winners will then be selected from that list by city librarian Vickery Bowles, award-winning author and journalist Kamal Al-Solaylee, Toronto Star books editor Deborah Dundas, and the Star’s former theatre critic Richard Ouzounian.


FULL DETAILS available here. 
  • You must be 16 years old to enter.
  • If you're not 16 this year, plan ahead for next year or the year after.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Creative Writing Support for Young Writers

If you are looking for support to help you take your writing to the next level, consider these options:

Toronto Public Library Writer in Residence
  • Ayelet Tsabari is Toronto Public Library's Winter/Spring Writer in Residence. Writers of memoir, fiction or creative nonfiction are invited to submit manuscripts for review and feedback. 
Toronto Public Library Young Voices Programming
  • Dates for the upcoming Winter/Spring session are as follows: Tue Jan 09, Tue Jan 23, Tue Feb 13, Tue Feb 27, Tue Mar 13, Tue Mar 27, Tue Apr 10, Tue Apr 24
  • If Poetry is your speed, mind what promises to be a fabulous workshop session with Lee Maracle during March Break.  Details here.
Story Planet

Friday, 15 December 2017

just breathe by Logan Markou-Heppell

“This is Ryan. He was spending too much time outdoors and is now hospitalized and is fighting for his life. Inhaling too much outside air could lead to serious lung problems and many other diseases. Always wear a mask outside. Protect yourself.” 

The same old commercial I hear every day. I’m sitting on my couch just watching everything that's going down. Making me feel worse. All you hear on Television these days is, breathe with protection, be careful, join the pollination crew, it's a mess. You can't go outside, you can't breathe normally. 

I often imagine if I were born a long time ago how life would be. I watch all these documentaries that teach you how life was way back when people had the choice to actually go outside whenever they wanted. Maybe if I lived that long ago I would see a bee. That would be amazing. 

I like learning about these extinct creatures called Bees. Albert Einstein hundreds of years ago ago once said, “if the Bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.” Which is not true because here I am, living. 

With the thought of bees still in my head, I get up to go into the kitchen. My Google assistant Alexa 10.5 turns on the lights, and opens the fridge. Apparently before the bees faced extinction, there were way more foods than there are now. But now it's dull, tasting like nothing.
As I'm walking back to the couch I feel my feet vibrating a little. I shake it off like it was nothing and continue walking. No, wait… the floor is vibrating… I suddenly went into panic. I bolt to the underground room, meant for these types of emergencies. 

With every frantic step I took, I could feel the ground getting shakier and shakier, I get to the cold metal door, open it, get in. close the door, and frantically climb down the ladder, my shaking hands barely grabbing onto the cold bars. I finally get to the ground. It is cold and dry down here. I sit myself in the corner, wondering if the people I love are safe. 


I grab my iphone X20 and pull up the security cameras. I screamed. I could not believe what I saw...


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Submitted to the First Page student writing challenge.The challenge? We asked students to give us a glimpse of the great Canadian novel of the year 2167. They wrote the first page of a book set 150 years in the future, with the protagonist facing an issue that's topical today and set the scene for how it's all playing out in a century and a half.How will the world leaders of today impact the world of tomorrow? Who will be the biggest name in pop culture in the future? How will climate change impact the protagonist's life, where he or she lives, the struggles he or she is facing? (Oh, and speaking of he/she — does gender even exist in 150 years?)The book could be from any literary genre, from mystery or thriller to literary fiction, from adventure or romance to satire or sci-fi.