Poem by Andrew Felstead

First year Ryerson English student (fresh meat!) Andrew Felstead has sent us one of his poems for the first time. “Androgyny” is available for reading below.

Thanks Andrew!


Tree, cloud, blade of grass.

All of these are now stigma.

Placed together like cards.

And now we build a house;

Flimsy, paper, seemingly


Do not jump quite yet.

Why must we all fit here?

Is there no room left for

Those we deem unnatural?

Why don’t we question it?

There must be a place

Where order is not so

Frayed; trapped within

An image of what we

Should be and can’t.

As if mirrors of each other.


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