This summer, NHT! is producing its second annual publication of student writing. The 2008 Now Hear This! Zine Series consists of twelve zines (i.e. mini-magazines), one for each school that participated in S.W.A.T. this year. The publication's expected completion date is September, 2008. The zines will be available for purchase on our website: nowhearthis.ca in the fall. In the meantime, some of the incredible work from the zines is available below. Enjoy!
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Candi - Student at James Cardinal McGuigan CSS
The colour of hunger, Brown for the water deprived plants In once lush, green fields Which now starve those who harvest it The color of hunger is brown. Brown for the fur of the grizzly Prowling drought-stricken terrain For a taste of fresh meat A taste long lost linger from his mouth The color of hunger is brown Brown for the soot-streaked skinned face of the child Who lays in the alley day after day, with no food Hit with fatigue and starvation Too tired to lift a muscle With muscles too malnourished to move anyways The color of hunger is brown Brown for the emptiness of a bitter day of work Hungry for the money but only making less than minimum wage Sweat and tears throughout the day Just to feed your family with pride The colour of hungers is brown. Brown for the lifeless humans who hunger for a happier life A fulfilled one with meaning and abundant of desire And no one to take it away The colour of hunger is brown.
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Carina - student at Notre Dame CSS
Facebook Flatulence Carina is a book. Carina is flying to Mars. Carina is waking up with Delilah on 97.3 EZ Rock. Carina is the breastbone of a bird, really, look it up. Carina is chiselling away at her brain. Carina is bleeding yellow. Carina is saving the world one shark at a time. Carina is walking all on her own! Carina is a viewer for various 3D formats. Carina is home to Canopus. Carina is diving into a sea of turtles. Carina is an oxymoron. Carina is done.
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Richard - Student at Michael Power
I like the English Language I like the English language I like the words we make I like how fingers don't fing grocers don't groc, and hammers don't ham. I like how French fries aren't French Belgian waffles aren't Belgian And English muffins aren't English. Through, though, cough and hiccough sound different. Even though they all end with "ough." I like that. Comb, bomb and tomb sound different, Even though they all end with "omb." That's cool. Water and fire are opposites. Backwater and backfire are not. That's cool too. I like how an alarm goes off as it goes on, a house burns up, as it burns down, And how we fill in a form by filling it out. We park in driveways, drive on parkways, play at recitals, recite at plays, ship by car, send cargo by ship. But most of all, I like how there is nothing weird about it.
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Joseph - Student at St. Basil's CSS SAM Sam sung me a song He made me sing along To his drunken tune Pennies collide with a tin can Some read the sign Some pretend to care They point and stare None ask how the talent Went to waste It was because of How good booze seemed to taste On nights when the music got to loud And when the hands hurt from Scribbling down the soul Sam sung me a song He made me sing along To his drunken tune Dirty beards in dirty alleys Cigarette buds cancers in the water we drink No one pays attention or thinks to listen To his drunken hymns They talk of god They speak the truth But his talent went to waste It's sad they say Pennies collide with a tin can It's his kind of his applause
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Diego - Student at St. Mary's Flourished Flame Despair extinguished. Renewed determination. Courage settling in.
