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1 min As the Storm Passes Abbey Helterbran Blue has come to visit my hometown, The unwelcome visitor leaves bookmarks on the worn ... [+]
Nature 1 min The Gardener Braden Robison "Sometimes," he said, trimming a bud,"You have to interfere.But every other time,you simply ... [+]
1 min Where I'm From Mack Fairchild I come from a place where kids line the cinderblock walls, afraid to step on the lava in the ... [+]
1 min Wrongs Keturah McQuade Topsoil crumbles in my hands. I am digging, parting the ground like Moses only I see no Fathe ... [+]
1 min Trapped yet Free in the Cosmos Nathaniel Sapp Forever far away in a feverish, fiery, eternal expanding cosmos bathed in deep, dense, viscous ... [+]
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1 min Velvet Sanah Singhi Under her smooth skin, lie her flaws, under the soft skin, lies her broken soul. He ... [+]
2 min Land of Poker Cards Jane Szeto In the Land of Poker Cards, There lives citizens of fifty four. Spade, Heart, Tile and ... [+]
1 min there's a deep void out there Sammie Chaitovitz there's a deep void out there one that people think they can see but most times they can't ... [+]
2 min Music Céline Taylor Hit me Kick me Concuss me Bludgeon me Make me feel what I can't Make me feel what I ... [+]
1 min I Am Me Abi Barbu I am from oranges, tart and juicy, with a smell that long lingers under fingernails. I am from ... [+]
1 min Listen underneath Heide Baron Feet sweep between dark tar and white lines, the streets reel with soft cries. Thousands of ... [+]
1 min Memorium Pantoum Rachael Lee The children here play in sand here the low tide safe enough for their parents to let the ... [+]
1 min Restoring an Empty Pit to Fullness Abigail Pikett Does an open-pit sit and wonder, with all the emptiness it contains, what its existence would ... [+]
