the irreverence of youth
has no place here
youth gathered together
young heads bowed to
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the irreverence of youth
has no place here
youth gathered together
young heads bowed to
...
[+]
i.
everything I need to know about the state of the world,
I find out at Trader Joe’s.
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The August sun dawns on seed-laden ground
To bless these green hands, in radiant pride,
With a
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The bunny soft glow falls languid,
seeping into the fibers I so tenderly draped
over the prostrate
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It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
A portrait of a young lady, waiting in the garden next to her house. A frozen memory of her face as she sits on a swing behind a tree. I first
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Today I had orange eggs for breakfast.
I thought it was strange so I looked it up and found that an especially happy chicken lays eggs with orange yolks. It saddened me to think of the countless
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“Do you know what happens in the jungle?” the Grandfather asked.
Little Kendi shook his head as he fluffed his pillow and laid his head down.
“Too many children have gone into the jungle and not
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Her eyes were bright, but somewhere else. If they shone on you it was blinding, the intensity of her focus. Like she saw no one, no thing, else. But you can’t hold on to light. And just as often as it ... [+]
On that cosy morning, I went for a hot bath, in my bathtub
Drizzling, sprinkling, Went the wate
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**An Angel’s Perspective on the Pandemic**
For centuries I watched the world mourn over their loved ones. I go to the hospitals and visit bedsides. Every night, I sit with the widows and the
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The city bus rolls down the tumbling rocks
And releases its passengers to the open air.
The
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He wakes with a veil of fading orange sunset falling over his face. Slowly, he raises a hand, twisting it through the shards of light. There are no callouses. No dry cracks of peeling skin. It is ... [+]
I woke up today in a very strange land.
“Where am I?” I thought, for I sure wasn't home.
My
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How do you politely throw up in the back of a taxicab? I can feel my stomach tightening, the bitter, acidic taste rising in the back of my throat. I look down at the cardboard bowl provided by the ... [+]
Sometimes they’d let the radio sing the silence away, other times their laughter did the work, but in the car rides from town to city there was no certainty of peace.
Inside the silver vessel, a
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I’m going through my collection of CD’s—A Pentatonix Christmas, Mariachi Cobre, Tim McGraw—when a small paper book bound by two orange ribbons with a water-color picture of pink and coral flowers ... [+]