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Finding Russel Square, Mea Chavez
Finding Russel Square, Mea Chavez
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Can’t find Russell Square
coming from the British Museum
as from a daze
lost in this brightness
amid streets I wish
were on a grid
I come across other squares
a children’s park ~excerpt from poem
Previous Engagement, Keara Teeter
Cherokette, Keara Teeter
Bkklm, Keara Teeter
Img_0062, James Fish
Chinatown 052, Alexis Bailey
Chinatown 029, Alexis Bailey
016.Jpg, Josie Stipe
On The Back Of Notre Dame, Brittany Blake
Lost In Florence, Brittany Blake
Inside The Vatican, Brittany Blake
Goddess, Brittany Blake
Ashland Creek, Or, Brittany Blake
Sleeping Ladies, Rachele Ketchem
Sleeping Ladies, Rachele Ketchem
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Out of nowhere a man jumped out of the bushes on the trail a little ahead of us. He was balding, tall, a 40 something year-old with spooky eyes. Christine knew damn well Kim and I were scaredy cats and began to quote a favorite old horror movie of ours,
“Barbara! He is coming to get you Barbara!”At that point, Kim and I were giving her the shut-the-fuck-up look as this creepy guy wearing camouflage in the dark was walking towards us. ~excerpt from prose
Crash And Burn, Ashton Guasco
Crash And Burn, Ashton Guasco
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My eyes open slowly as the paralyzing drugs begin to lose their hold over my body. I wake up alone and at first, I look around in fear; not knowing where I am. I begin to remember the terrifying events of the morning that led me to this place, this hospital recovery room at midnight. It had started as any other horse show day. ~excerpt from prose
The Need To Be Inspired, Jessica Curlett
The Need To Be Inspired, Jessica Curlett
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It is like opening my eyes for the first time as I step off the plane and new sights greet me like a warm breeze of air. This is the Golden State. The State people think of when “the land of opportunity” runs through one’s mind; home to both the red wood forests, and Tinsel town. ~excerpt from prose
Moon Love Valley, California, Megan Lynn
Moon Love Valley, California, Megan Lynn
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There is a valley north of San Francisco where the moon shines her love. Mountains stand tall and proud, rooted to the ground, protecting the valley floor. The North and East mountains are darker, the protectors. They are covered with tall, earthy green trees that, on grey mornings, fog tangles in on its way over the mountain crest, clearing just before noon. ~excerpt from prose
Creation Myth, Annabelle C. Maginnis
Creation Myth, Annabelle C. Maginnis
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There was nothing. Emptier and emptier still, chaos made its way between the gaps. Eventually, chaos spun itself into a figure of all capability. This figure was It. It was an androgynous watery conglomerate that grew tired of life alone, and curious about the nature of its own body. It tugged at its malleable sides and burst, creating a circular globe that It named Earth. ~excerpt from prose
It Happens Everywhere, Mariah Mcguire
It Happens Everywhere, Mariah Mcguire
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When did violence and hate become the norm? I can’t turn on the t.v, listen to the radio or turn a page without hearing about someone getting popped. Pop pop. All it takes is one shot, one stab one burst of anger to end a life. My friends, my classmates did they even see it coming? He wears that red bandana hanging out the back of his pocket with pride. ~excerpt from prose
The Eternal Torment, Benjamin Mages
The Eternal Torment, Benjamin Mages
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I sigh. How many days have I spent in this hellish torment? Has it been weeks? Months? Years? There’s no way to tell time in this prison of eternal twilight. Each cycle (as it is impossible to know if one of these is actually a day) seems a monotonous repeat of the previous. First, I wake up. I am surrounded in filthy and reeking dirt that covers the walls of my cell. I have a single roommate, Jorath. He’s a brute of a man, just as dirty and reeking as I am after all this time. ~excerpt from prose
California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps
California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps
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Inhale the salty, crisp air.
Fingers tracing lines through mist
Covered brined metal, despair,
If you’re ensnared, flung away ~excerpt from poem
An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda
An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda
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The woman walked down the lane
with barely a care,
letting the path lead her onwards,
wondering where she would go. ~excerpt from poem
The Line, Kaileigh Robinson
The Line, Kaileigh Robinson
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Do you see how low I can be?
Lower than the valley and bottom of the sea.
Last night I was on top of the world.
I had you in the palm of my hand.
You were the line I couldn’t understand. ~excerpt from poem
Scorned, Megan Lynn
Scorned, Megan Lynn
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I wove a barbed-wire basket
To carry my ex-lover's heart,
An evil remembrance of what you tore apart
Now all I need is to open his casket. ~excerpt from poem
Ode, Brittany Blake
Ode, Brittany Blake
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o Heorot
My dearest love, how I long for thee!
When I yearn for nourishment, thou feedest me.
I grasp for words which thy beauty describe,
Thy pleasing water is such I love to imbibe. ~excerpt from poem
Starry Night, Brittany Blake
Starry Night, Brittany Blake
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The day God created her,
there was no mold,
no precedent,
no standard. ~excerpt from poem
From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck
From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck
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From my mouth to god’s ears
I cry with tears
Save him, save me
Save us for a sad world indeed
A world where a whole is spilt in halves
And a child cries for his dad ~excerpt from poem
Reserved Signs, Keara Teeter
Hold Me Dear, Keara Teeter
Img2998, Lauren Rigor