Between
      Us
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      space
      between
      us
      is
      not
      far,
     
     
      the
      both
      of
      us
      enjoy
      the
      bar.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      colour
      is
      different
      by
      a
      lot,
     
     
      but
      I
      will
      try
      not
      to
      be
      a
      snot.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      both
      have
      brains,
      and
      both
      have
      feelings,
     
     
      we
      enjoy
      the
      rains,
      but
      not
      glass
      ceilings.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      They
      block
      us
      from
      how
      we
      want
      to
      be,
     
     
      together
      we
      can
      lift
      them
      easily.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      If
      this
      is
      all
      that
      threatens
      our
      very
      might,
     
     
      then
      in
      our
      hearts
      we
      know
      what's
      right.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      must
      come
      together
      to
      take
      flight,
     
     
      rise
      up
      against
      them
      ths
      very
      night.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      What
      a
      happy
      place
      this
      world
      would
      be,
     
     
      if
      we
      could
      exercise
      a
      little
      fraternity.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Open
      to
      all
      the
      races,
     
     
      holding
      hands
      while
      we
      walk
      our
      paces.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      This
      is
      a
      dream
      not
      reality,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      it
      is
      for
      us
      to
      realize
      and
      for
      the
      future
      to
      see.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      rm
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Expressing
      into
      Ink
     
    
   
   
    
     
      When
      the
      holidays
      arrive,
     
    

    
     
      Stop
      and
      think
      about
      how
      we
      thrive.
     
    

    
     
      With
      love,
      sharing,
      joy,
      and
      a
      tear
      from
      an
      eye,
     
     
      Take
      a
      break
      to
      reconsider
      the
      things
      we
      buy.
     
     
      Consuming
      is
      what
      I'm
      getting
      at,
     
    

    
     
      With
      18
      pairs
      of
      shoes,
      and
      a
      dozen
      hats.
     
    

    
     
      Instead,
      this
      holiday
      share
      a
      memory,
      or
      a
      smile,
     
     
      You'll
      appreciate
      it
      more,
      for
      a
      much
      longer
      while.
     
     
      Mall
      Phobic
     
    
   
   
    
     
      During
      [these]
      periods
      of
      relaxation
      after
      concentrated
      intel-
     
     
      lectual
      activity,
      the
      intuitive
      mind
      seems
      to
      take
      over
      and
      can
     
     
      produce
      the
      sudden
      clarifying
      insights
      which
      give
      so
      much
      joy
     
     
      and
      delight.
     
    

    
     
      Fritjof
      Capra,
      physicist
     
    

    
     
      Contributed
      by
      Molly
      -
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      I
      started
      out
      walking
      late
      one
      night,
      smokin'
      a
      jay
      and
      takin
     
     
      in
      the
      sights.
      And
      nobody
      keeps
      their
      eyes
      out
      for
      me,
      I'm
      the
     
     
      little
      one,
      hidin'
      in
      a
      fallen
      tree.
      The
      pigs
      got
      their
      eyes
      just
     
     
      tryin
      to
      catch,
      and
      waitin
      to
      catch
      me
      and
      my
      weed
      to
      snatch.
     
     
      And
      I'll
      run
      run
      as
      fast
      as
      I
      can,
      the
      motherfuckers
      won't
      catch
     
     
      me,
      I'm
      the
      gingerbread
      man.
      So
      1,2,3
      here
      are
      my
      rules,
      and
     
     
      for
      those
      who
      don't
      follow,
      you
      all
      are
      fools.
      Never
      roll
      pin-
     
     
      ners,
      It's
      not
      aloud,
      you
      gotta
      have
      a
      fat
      joint
      makin’
      the
      huge
     
     
      cloud.
      Keep
      plenty
      around,
      for
      a
      guest
      or
      two,
      that
      way
      they
     
     
      can
      enjoy
      the
      smelly
      green
      too.
      Don't
      go
      stingy
      on
      the
      munchy
     
     
      food,
      pass
      that
      shit
      around
      and
      get
      everyone
      in
      the
      mood.
      And
     
     
      if
      I
      had
      to
      say
      one
      last
      important
      thought,
      always
      smoke
      at
     
     
      least
      2
      joints
      a
      day
      with
      tha
      weed
      you
      got.
     
    

    
     
      Girl
      in
      Green
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Thanks
      to
      this
      weeks
      contributors!
      Keep
      those
      letters
      coming
     
     
      baby!
      robmmac@hotmail.com
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      English
      public
      take
      no
      interest
      in
      a
      work
     
     
      of
      art
      until
      it
      is
      told
      that
      the
      work
      in
      question
     
    
   
   
    
     
      lis
      obscene.
      ~
      Oscar
      Wilde
      ~
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      Cadre
      December
      2
      2003
      page
      6