Tag: nature
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A poem
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Is Silence a Form of Violence?
By Brónagh Goff There’s a kind of violence that doesn’t bruise. Doesn’t scream. Doesn’t show up with fists or blood or broken glass. It just lingers in the air – still, tight-lipped, watching. The kind of violence that happens when you’re standing in a room full of people and no one says anything. And it’s…
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self portrait at 3:27pm
By Sophia Black sitting on sticky turf it’s green, too green, green like the fluorescent dye that you squeeze into little-kid cupcake frosting occasionally i pull up a strand and twist it between my fingers it reminds me of plasticky doll hair the kind you would braid with difficulty, hunched over on your bedroom floor…
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My ADHD is Not my Superpower-and That’s Okay
An Opinion Piece by A.S. Winters I am an impulsive person. That is simply a fact that cannot be denied. Currently, it’s as much a truth of life as taxes and death are. I do things impulsively. On a whim. Not because I’m blatantly reckless–I don’t know many people who are, frankly–but because I struggle…
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Glory & Gore
A deep dive into “e Secret History” by Donna Tartt Written by P. R. Nairven “Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay) God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways) Chance is the only game I play with, We let our battles choose us” – Glory And Gore, Lorde (2013) Dans…
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Anchor
By Lila GraceI’ve been alone longerthan shiplap can brineleather helm and tall mast andbones withered and dried small things used to please mea bookstore or her hand in mineI braided hair and made poemsjust to sing, not to write but there’s no sound this deep andonly few things can rhymewith the turbulence andflounder and passage…
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The Birth of the Womb
By Natalie Gachoka It started with a cough; stuffing my throat and pressing against my lungs, like water drowning bubbles. It was a pain that grew into a beast that could no longer be contained, a feral need to break free from its cage. For days on end, the sickness would expand, and each day,…
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a collection of poems.
By Lanie Raine As The Darkness Sets The darkness sets The eyes get weary Sun fades with the colors of flames Shivers go down the spine Like hearing the fork Brush against the board Silence overcomes The movement of the wind whispers Reply Put my phone on silent I was used to you being quiet…
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The Tale of Pallas and Athena
By Olivia Udoye I bury my head in the folds of her dress; her thin lips twist into a smile, sweet like honey and so captivating that it could calm a god’s fury. She runs her delicate fingers through my hair, her touch leaving an electric trembling on my skin. I could watch her forever…
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Bear And Breakfast: Cosy Inns And A Cute Owner Bear
By Calypso Morgan Cold seasons are here, and it is time to get cosy under our blankets with a cup of hot chocolate and enjoy a nice game. I would like to present an adventure and management game named Bear and Breakfast (2022), developed by Gummy Cat. The pieces of the story can be considered…
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