Category: articles
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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,…
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1/3 of a Proper Sonnet
1. Pilgrims of St. Rouche A painting by Thomas Worthington Whittredge Bleeding green oil on burning purple. Canvas congealing over the steeple inside. Our landscapes of twisted ivy and asters. Prayers every step of the way will follow. On feathered wings, I flew anywhere Your love allowed. Even if it was away from you, you…
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The Pop Machine
1 Our school got new washrooms with automatic hand-dryers over the summer break. Us boys liked to aim them down our shirts and pants, feeling the warm air as our clothes bubbled and ballooned. It made for good times, so we told the girls. They claimed to have new hand-dryers, too. “How many do you…
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For The Unknown
I want the late-night calls I want the nights where we’re not sure who fell asleep first but we wake up together I want the times where you show up at my door without warning I want to know what songs get stuck in your head But I don’t who you are yet I just…
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Can We Industrialize Wonder?
Heads out windows on strange roads, hair fluttering, wind; thoughts of whats out there, beyond; wide openness, free people; Does this feeling exist in a harvestable form? I am served brief teases of it, whispers down my neck when certain songs come on, reminding me it’s still there, waiting for me to sink my…
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The women of my family
The women of my family taught me to smile, but not with my teeth they taught me to smile with my eyes no matter how tall to never look down no matter how difficult the challenge to never look away they taught me how to choose fruit and how to choose friends, oddly enough a…
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Modern Domestic Relations Civil Debt in the United States, Human Rights Considerations
I. Introduction. The evolution and development of modern domestic relations civil debt[1] collections in the United States have become a serious threat to individual human rights over the last 50 years. The civil debt collections laws and mechanisms have the capacity to seriously and personally affect individuals in a manner which is mutually inconsistent human…
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inky skies
In the inky skies of paradise where the clouds are set ablaze and the cherubs bleed iridium, where she falls only to rise and grow until the branch breaks and she falls again into the abyss of abnormalities that are tattooed onto wrists in crimson ink as a reminder, like a post-it note that as…
