Review: Ghosts Still Walking


This death is my love,
this short life, a single
battle instead of
a century of defeat,
my only hope for you.

In the East, women are often referred to as phoenixes, and
men, as dragons.

Am I savage for wanting to speak in the only language that
will not slice my tongue into slivers so small I might
swallow them?

I cannot tell whether the
earth is shaking under the distant gunfire or if
it is my bones quivering as I try and
hold you close for the final time.

(from “The Final Night”)


The Coil

Literature to change your lightbulb.

Margaryta Golovchenko

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An undergrad student at the University of Toronto, Margaryta is a poet & sometimes-artist and reviewer for “The Coil”.

The Coil

The Coil

Literature to change your lightbulb.