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Memory by Juleigh Howard-Hobson
My cousins had their own rooms. Each one ofThem; they lived in a big house. They went toSchool in uniforms. Had a dog. RowingPractice. Ballet lessons. They drank enoughMilk. Usually when one of them out-grewSomething, their mother would give it to mine.For me. Why throw it out when somebodyCould use it, right? They gave her…
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Poetry by Samuel Strathman
Lobster’s Predicament Lobster snails between narrow avenues of sea for the better part of his life. He refuses to seek out the challenges above him, numerous opportunities that have sunk too far down to reach. Routine is his manacle, cocooned in a carapace on top of the shell he already bears. Little does Lobster know,…
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WAITCH by Angelo Colavita
it was when it all started dandelions and the crows filled odes in notebooks, magic mirror from the valley ushered in new and useful tools of trade or commerce, rather this was capital, a valid argument speak up, say for the downtrodden wasp: sing-songing honeysweet self -care sonnets what’s not to like ? share amongst the coven or network in -crease your…
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Challenger Deep by Akash Ali
I built a windowless house out of myselfat the edge of the cliff,where the front door drops,into the mouthof the ocean.The heavy waves keep comingfor me mercilessly; few more smacksfrom their belt, against the crumbling ground beneath,and not so long until they topple my walls.As they reach my threshold, the bird perched over my ridgesays…
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Queen Bee for Breonna Taylor by Kesi Augustine
she slept,but her soul was not at rest.beside her, a drone. on guard, armedwith a gun, like a thornto a rose. a sting of wasps invaded her hive.and though they clipped her wings,her dreams propelledher escape. maybe in her dreamsshe met her future selfa sovereign womanconjured from the spellssticking to her Post-its. maybe in her dreamsshe worked a night shift where…
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Poetry by Jorge Moreno
Sounds of A Whisper The mountainsare not for climbing they saythe trees swing my waybutthe wind-the-windkeeps calling my nameOne dayI’ll be always fallingIn loveOne dayI’ll know howto love -Mesimo Violets The mind is green in trees, difference triumphs in stairwaysnobody knowsI never told youhow it beganperhapsmaggots have the beesHave you been there and then?Know the…
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Photography by iamtopo
In the Bedroom Series, the question is in how many ways can an everyday object exist? A bed, for example, is an object that we use most nights and days. We sleep on it, with others or alone, we dream in it, we are warm or hot. Our bodies rest and recuperate. We have sex in…
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Audacity by Evyan Roberts
Shouting into the voidtrying on a name and a face I can bring it to youBut it changes nothing for us I am me with no nameI was me with a new name I cannot replace your angerwith understanding Feeling left out of a diagrambirthed of an empty voice I cannot erase my sentiment or evaporate…
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Photography by Joanna Valente
“Lost Time, Broken Things Forgotten” explores isolation, abandonment, self-reflection in times of change, and ultimately, regrowth and new beginnings. Humans, like places, need encouragement, love, nurturing, and fostering. When we let places fall to ruin and abandonment, what does that mean for our society at large? What does that mean for us, and how do…
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Art by Gareth Evans
Gareth Evans is a British artist living in Germany. Indebted to music, most of his art is born from what he feels and sees when he hears it. An avid fan of David Lynch and PJ Harvey, his work embodies melancholic realism and snippets of lyrics that move him. Find him on Twitter @malvo815
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