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Blank Verse for the Intertwined
I found them just before the killing frost. In the garden, with my rake, I uncovered 3 roots, interwoven. But the roots opened their eyes and had in their faces the light- shy look of old women—like root grannies. Holding them, I felt stirring or quickening. They made whispery sounds, a moth and milk-…
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Dog Days
It’s a sullen spring morning in Southern California. The gray atmosphere sticks to everything in the living room– the sofas, the mounted tv, the tall bookcase, the record player. It’s spring in Southern California not the one with beaches for blocks and congested freeways weaving skyscrapers, coughing up cars from one exit to another. No,…
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Timber
We split like firewood; I’ve seen it in movies. One long thwack and we were clear of each other, clean. I never thought I could feel so splintered. You fueled a lot of my fire. Not with, dare I say, wilderness survival in mind, but with gallons of unleaded gasoline, all tipped over, pouring…
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Two Lips! Click!
Nothing is sadder than two lips meeting again for the first time in a long time, they’re basically strangers Nothing’s more awkward than that hallway dance of, “who’s going which way?” Switch, and ebb, and flow, but no one’s truly wanting to go, so, they both stay pressed against the other for nostalgia …
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The Wisest Woman
March prepares to tear winter Into spring Babies blink in the bright sun Grass lies exposed, yellow, and dead Water trickles into pools. Drip. Drop Drip. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop There is something in the spring air In the warm moisture In the spring air, blowing this way on me, As I suck back…
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Co-Dependent (One Foot)
I’m in aisle two, couple frozen pizzas under my arms, when I turn the corner on my way to grab pretzels. We could heat up the chicken, make some rice, cut vegetables. My mind is on our dinner, my stomach growls as a realization snaps my rose-colored glasses in half, fresh memories that…
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Hair for Hope
This essay was co-authored by Ayushi Jain & Ayushi Goel. Cancer has always been a taboo subject in India, but with the right awareness, lives can be saved and hope can be awakened. With the same belief, a cancer survivor, founder of Protect Your Mom, and HairForHope Campaign, a beautiful soul with the desire to…
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Never Meant To Be
It was never meant to be Peace was an errand for a fool, Far too fragile and rare for it to last The tree was always going to end up charred and brittle The land in ruins The citizens looking out at their home that promised hope, But delivered trauma and scars How many times…
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Goofs & Breakthroughs Along The Artist’s Way
If you’re the kind of person who mocks The Artist’s Way—for its weird amount of God talk, its repeated commands to take yourself on dates, how author Julia Cameron recommends you walk around your yard gathering a rock and leaf collection—you should probably stop reading here. I must speak my peace and defend this book,…
