Category: articles
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Spark
I sip the teas of prose and guzzle electrolytes of poems. I proselytize by the Shamanism of my native tongue; my inner, transcendent, mystical language. The dancing wick is never doused, sickly as it shivers. Inspiration hides itself, imagination rebels, creativity is inured. Recurrent chapters of stimulative destitution trigger the hunt. I attempt to thwart,…
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The Ferryman’s Coin
You stand upon the bank of a dark river. The restless water moves against any rational tide, as though it reaches out to draw you in. The small waves, each struggling against the others, whisper to you, offering all the unanswered secrets of your life, yet something keeps you from diving into that umbrous tide. …
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Digging for Gold
A lot of my life’s been spent searching for buried treasure. What I could weigh and measure digging for Gold. A box of poems, Hold some gold. My brother’s rendition of Heart and soul. Relationships, home. Within my self – Digging for gold. Clients, hard work, and wealth. We’re all digging for Gold and something…
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Charlotte’s Web
This spider is moving again. Rebuilding my web. Rebuilding my web. It is the web that we weave. The very sacred thread of our humanity. The web that we weave. The very fabric that clothes our society. The web that we weave. The web that we weave. It is more than just destiny manifest. From…
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Home
Through pensive eyes gazing at the gaping horizon which sings, I permit the sovereignty of nostalgia to saturate. Contemplatively, I stroll a garden in which roses smile all around me, dripping their wet jewelry gifted by the morning. At the top of a mountain resides a remote monastery sat upon by the narcissistic Sun, depicting…
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Homelessness in Santa Cruz, California and the Quest for Community
There is an entire school of thought dedicated to understanding the relationship between desire and disgust. French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan proposes that desire has little to do with the material; instead, desire is created under the influence of social structures and strictures, an imagined version of reality.[1] Conversely, French philosopher Julia Kristeva studies disgust through…
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Basketball Tryouts
A month into sophomore year,the leaves turn to yellow,ACs off, sweaters everywhere.He watches his neighbors play basketball,searches the garage for even a deflated ballto practice near the pool in the backyard.No net, no hoop, no friendspracticing alone like a dog chasing its tail.He convinces himself he’s going to be a star,he’s going to ace the…
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Pursuits of Wholeness
Ἔρως and Story in the Aristophanic Myth In his encomium on love in the Symposium, Plato’s Aristophanes proposes that, “for the whole’s desire and pursuit, certainly, ἔρως is the name” (193A).[1] The mythic speech containing this conclusion portrays ἔρως as the experience of and remedy for mortal incompleteness. Love is an impetus towards the original…
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2 sets of Lilies Soon to Bloom
For my birthday, my boyfriend, bought me two bouquets of lilies. I placed the lighter, upstairs, in our bedroom. The smell of the darker set of lilies, it was muted, But the light ones’ exuded, aromatic perfume. The dark lilies, I left on a table downstairs. Those dark ones’ are torn, visual scars that they…
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Mr. Shit Meets the Cargo Cult Called Capitalism
“Money doesn’t talk, it swears”— Bob Dylan. I was thinking about my days spent, a quarter-century ago in Papua New Guinea (PNG), a place that Time forgot to forget, and where, in some quarters, the Mighty Whitey hadn’t ever been seen until 1970s. Among other things, it was a GodsMustBeCrazy kind of place, almost hallucinogenic…
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Lamadrid
It is despair incarnated; it is disorder converted into sound; it is a translation of anger; it is anguish distilled into a black purity. A raging bull has composed this piece through flared nostrils. Horror has asserted its authority in a land of leaking sewers. This noise has emanated from his skull, a cemetery of…
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democracy dies under jabba the chief
slimy orange sack encapsulatingevery maleficent bare bone evermetastasized by a capitalism’scorrupted, unadulterated greedloosed upon culture without any checksfeeding off the flesh of anything goodthe remnants and remains of which drippingfrom the corners of his mouth as he chewsto grasp air with every gluttonous bitethe disgust he serves only to digestand destroy decency only surpassedby his…