Pro Tem is the Bilingual Newspaper of Glendon College. Founded in 1962, it is York University’s oldest student-run publication, and Ontario’s first bilingual newspaper. All content is produced and edited by students, for students.

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Pro Tem est le journal bilingue du Collège Glendon. Ayant été fondé en 1962, nous sommes la publication la plus ancienne de l’Université York ainsi que le premier journal bilingue en Ontario. Tout le contenu est produit et édité par les étudiants, pour les étudiants.

Layered Dreams

Layered Dreams

Strolling home all alone

My lips part and I try to sing

But my voice is only monotone

Yet I know that I’m strolling nowhere with nothing

Hopping on every stepping stone

I can’t help but ponder

Flitty flighty things

As I wander

Things like people and places

And collective coffees and cookies

All waltz and tango through my mind as memories

Startled back to reality I stoop to fix my shoelaces

 

Once again I start a strollin’

Back through my thoughts and dreams

I roll around my cranium

Stitched tautly at the seams

A sanctuary for me and only me

Now I see that grey matter really isn’t so grey

It’s my endless collection of sights and sounds

And things already seen and yet to see

Never within walls before could I run and jump

Let myself stray far far away

 

Now jump in your mind

And open up the passageways and doors

Take a good look around and see what you can find

Dance on a cloud

Board a flight through time

 

I alone decide when to come to

Even when the floor of my dream crumbles and falls through

Or I stumble and slide

And need to refasten that damn shoe

I’ll just get sucked back

To this sublimely surreal world

Where nothing is a-matter-of-fact

And I always lose track

With my footing no longer in tact

I lurch and jerk

Front to back

Left to right

Without balance

And just a sudden surge of gravity

Without putting up a good fight

I let myself plunge

Through the soft layers hugged by my skull

 

I land in a black thorny dungeon

I rise and reach for the trap latch

But no matter how I twist and pull

Quickly these thoughts flood to me blocking the sun

They’re dark and inescapable

My shoelaces down below now look and feel more like chains

My life comes to a stand still

These nightmares are nightmares to the core

These pains are pains with the aim to kill

Sensations I’ve never known or felt before

But then I hear a slight creaking

 

I rise with a start

And then an even noisier speaking

Then I realize it’s none other than my own good sense and heart

With a stretch of my arms

I glide through immense shade

And the horrors of screeching and shattering

Out through the mouth of a rigid cave

Back to my forlorn and familiar realm of fantasy and charm

Bright colours and delicate pitter-pattering

Once again feeling secure and safe

I prance and soar

Alternating between my street steps and internal dance floor

Sharing respectively in bobbing to the surface

And diving to the farthest depths

Shrouded in the unknown

Even I struggle to keep these curious secrets secret

 

Still walking along

On these suburban streets

Wide-eyed listening to a song

Taking note of the few scattered bungalows among the riches

Soon to become carelessly piled rubble

And dug out ditches

When I unbolt and enter my own perfect decrepitude

I forget all of my troubles

Disrobe and fall asleep in consistent rhythm and rapture

And surrender then

Once again

(À mes rêves), to my dreams

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Events in Toronto: November/December 2016

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