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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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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, 2024
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