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Poetry:
The Voyage of an Open Heart By Christian Mack
The heart finds itself afloat again, in a tiny boat made up of everyone it’s ever loved, in an ocean of everything it’s ever experienced....
Oct 24, 20242 min read
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Frosted Chrysanthemum By Sky Steffiare
A late September evening breeze flits through gentle windchimes, as it pushes a stream of smoke from newly lit fires. The bittersweet...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Fruit flies circling above me By Emily Borona
my flesh is soft decorated with marks and decaying from the inside out my guilt sits in my stomach like a pit trapped within the corpse...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Mr. Max Beckmann By Omar Acevedo
In the shade of Capitalist reality We are shackled in Societal tendencies. Seen as a whole Individuality is drowned in auditory...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Spotify Playlist Pantoum By Fatima Perez
As I shuffled my playlist on Spotify, I listen to throwback 2000s songs. Filled with sensual vibes. Taking in its sweet melody. I listen...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Was It Destiny? By Esther Pierre-Isaac
Dear Nathaniel, Distance came upon as if drifting apart was a new chapter in our lives. Knowing each other wasn’t something that we knew...
Oct 17, 20243 min read
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Foolish? Me or You? By Tris Westbrook
Was it really all just pretend? Putting it on the back burner and saying it “doesn’t exist” Just another thing that “never made sense”?...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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everything is a love letter By Hadley Vaillancourt
everything is a love letter. he was a swimmer when i met him. when i watched him move the water like the strength of all things, i...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Television Screen By Scout Noel
i see a television screen glow in the dark of a room and i reminded of the way the sound of yours would haunt me no matter where i went...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Sonnet for Palestine By Hanan Tuffaha
Olive branch wields unrelenting teardrops To water the soil of its foundation Fingers outstretched as a shield for its crop The skin of...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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The Female Eye By Isabelle Belice
i'm not sure how old i was when i realized the cruelty of men maybe it was when i was first touched back when i thought touch equated to...
Oct 17, 20242 min read
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Addressing the Writers By Brooklyn Leighton
The tongue within my own head carps loudest As I wonder about the writers and poets, Who address with greater purpose And croon with...
Oct 17, 20241 min read
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Wrapped In Ivy by West Duwaji
I stare at the sun hitting on my walls glistening in orange the rain hitting my windows hard and all i can feel are the sheets pulling me...
Sep 12, 20241 min read
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