Dancing lines of lightA moon with stardust glowRests on grassy limbsCarefully planted souls We waltz under starsA trillion miles awayLike the grass we sway‘Til sun burns bright the day Sunbeams shine on usOur catacombs of mindOn old loves and lossSoon wiped away by time Jazeen is a video editor by day, writer by night. She…
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The diner was just about empty. It was like that most evenings. On the far side of the counter stood the waiter. He was a heavier set man and his eyes were placed upon a young couple who sat near the door. I passed the two lovers and took a seat close to the…
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Fumbling through the dusky dark, No single beam of light till the far brinks of world, Stray bits of bliss and spasm, Filling the chinks in spate of the benumbing angst, Is it a back gear? Or a forward move? Or agent stimulant, Part of the whole scheme? And what is this angst for? Out: Mere sketches, Mere gibberish. In: Blasé stasis. Dead ashes. I am afraid, I can connect…
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A love story told by Peter Schermerhorn. “Loves Me, Loves Me Not,” travels through the seasons, showing the reality of relationships.
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True love is familiar. Read about it in Gabriella’s poem, “second skin.” Gabriella McField is an Afro-Nicaraguan and Korean poet, activist, powerlifter and student from Southern California. Often exploring the body and the wilderness.
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