Poetry

a man draws a sun with a smily face in the sand

0 (0) I drew a circle in the sand and placed everything I know within. I turned my back and walked away as the abyss swallowed it all. I drew ...

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There is a young woman sitting in a field of grass, a mirror in front of her. She is touching her reflection and is looking at herself, as if trying to see inside of herself in regards to who she is.

0 (0) Have you ever been blindsided by a song you’ve heard a thousand times? The familiar words posing a question that you’ve wrestled with constantly? I had this experience while playing music from Jorge Rivera-Herrans’s new ...

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  • a man draws a sun with a smily face in the sand
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    0 (0) I drew a circle in the sand and placed everything I know within. I turned my back and walked away as the abyss swallowed it all. I drew a face in the sand, but who it was I couldn’t tell. I etched a name beside it, too. but I’d forgotten how to read. ...
  • There is a young woman sitting in a field of grass, a mirror in front of her. She is touching her reflection and is looking at herself, as if trying to see inside of herself in regards to who she is.
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    0 (0) Have you ever been blindsided by a song you’ve heard a thousand times? The familiar words posing a question that you’ve wrestled with constantly? I had this experience while playing music from Jorge Rivera-Herrans’s new musical, Epic.   A few days ago, I was practicing free writing. I sat at my computer, typing away and letting my thoughts paint the page. “Monster” kept replaying; I listened, though I knew the words ...
  • Bubbles with reflecting colorful light floating.
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    0 (0) Makayla dropped her dance bag by the front door with a loud thump and made her way into the kitchen. “I said I’m sorry,” her mother trailed in behind her. “The meeting ran long.” Makyla pulled a water bottle from the fridge and let the door drop behind her. “Your meetings always run ...
  • The image is Photomontage, of a dim muted horizon, and crow flying above the horizon, (which is the glued on piece
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    0 (0) From below the horizon’s muted edge,where the earth softens its ledge,I begin my daily climb one broken rung at a time. It’s not that the sky’s too high,nor that my wings are made in Shanghai.The problem is that I’m preoccupiedwith my feathered quill’s stubborn battle cry; You’re running out of time,and will soon ...
  • A brown and white corgi sitting facing the camera
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    0 (0) On April 28, we lost our beloved corgi, Penelope Lane. She was seven years old and expected to recover from surgery, but her body gave out when we brought her home. We rushed her to the hospital to try to save her, but unfortunately, she passed away. Our world shifted the moment we ...
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