Written by
Areej Siddiqui

Areej is a Saudi-born Pakistani citizen, now doing her B.A. in Ontario, Canada. Areej officially studies English and Philosophy but can be found at all hours gobbling up a book on something or other. While being a devoted DWL-ite, she is also (very much by luck, chance) a Poetry Editor at The Missing Slate. She happens to write poetry that some deem publishable, also by luck, chance, and in her spare time (if an undergraduate student can claim to have such a thing) she indulges in copious amounts of bad television and cheesy movies about kittens. Her favourite word at the time of writing this bio is "silly."

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Mediocrities everywhere, I embrace you. Salieri, Amadeus.

Epic
Words
Die
Attempting to mean

Something

In the process

Fatalities
Smothered
In the blood

of their brethren
Whisper themselves
Ad infinitum; these

Martyrs
Of language
Of expression
That were never really blessed
Or pious
Or divine

They just

Were.

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Volume 4

Spring 2009

Verse

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