Greg Loon

HERstory

  The history of man is never filled with truth. No lie can sustain the unmask thief in life. Along the balance, there is no even flow – only distortion...


Mosquitoes

  Concept incept, In the limbs of a wolf at the door; Slaughter me in the cove of a whistling pond. Floating under a cracked egg moon; Auto-pilot on –...


Q&A with Toronto’s Cree poet Greg Loon a.k.a. The Red Skin Poet

#1) Have you always been a resident of Toronto? I was born in Moose Factory, Ontario – in the northern region of the James Bay coastline. I grew up in...


Redskin Poet

Yesterday, I didn’t know how to love. Today, I’m showing you how to love. An admiration of grace, a natural charisma, unnerved. wickedly good, calm before the storm. An empathy...


The Indian Giver

Short Fiction from Toronto writer Greg Loon....


A sample from our first official magazine.

Our first official magazine is nearly complete and will be available Monday, Sept. 30. Here is another sample of poetry from our first issue.  ...


Red God Machine

Red God Machine Yield to the rebel fist of amok. Let the spark be your flame to eternity. Let your eternity be your footprint in the sand. Leave an imprint and...