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rubies
that familiar medicinal smellinstantly reminds her of hospitalsand bracing for a shot methodically, she douses cotton ballsand swabs the swollen lobesof newly pierced ears crimson angrythe reflection in the mirrornot what she bargained for disappointment and regretyou are the unwelcome gifts on her twelfth birthdaya first in a long line of lessons Featured Download: If…
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Reading and Decoding English
Reading and Decoding English 3 Letter 1.3 Reflections If you know people who have Dyslexia, help them learn to read starting with this column. It takes patiences to teach them the individual sounds. This is an excerpt from Title: Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley Thez reflekshonz hav dispeld the ajitashon…
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Safety
The day after we buried my grandmother,we went to the shell that was her house.The only place I had known my entire life,was now not a home of safety,but a house of little welcome, We saw what was left,after family, friends, and the house clearance had takenanything of value.Left behind was what I took, for…
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Lies My Mother Told Me, or The Seven Deadly Sins
Working is unfulfilling.Romantic love between an aunt and her nephew is beautiful.My worth lies in the number on a scale.Looks are more important than brains.Taking prescription pain medication every day is normal.What can I do to help?Things are more important than people. If you repeat a story enough times, people will believe it, even if…
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Reading and Decoding English
Reading and Decoding English 2 Letter 1.2 Navigatorz If you know people who have Dyslexia, help them learn to read starting with this column. It takes patiences to teach them the individual sounds. This is an excerpt from Title: Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley Ther—for with yor lev, mi sister,…
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Artificial Sonnets
VII. The flick’ring of the lights was the first clueThat something was amiss. The poet frowned.The building seemed to tremble then subdue,Accompanied by muffled thudding sounds.A creeping cold unease began to grow.He got up from his desk; his door was locked.He tried his phone and found the signal blocked,He shouted and heard only an echo.What…
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Tardigrade Physiology
Here’s where they live:Hot springs / deep sea / shingles on my roof Terrestrial Tardigrades adhere to liverwortsand feel most comfortable with a water film But some have survived in spaceSome have been spilled on the moontossed carelessly in the lunar dust They’re ‘dead’ there of courseBut a well-aimed droplet from a droppermight well reanimate…
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Yang Got UBI Right for Once
For the most part, the campaign of Andrew Yang has cooked up that perfect blend of inspiring, vaporware, and buzzwords we’ve come to expect from both the business community and the gold rush cities of California. Buzzwords because naming a new radioactive isotope does not negate the power a Dyson sphere (advanced solar panels) hold…
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Artificial Sonnets
VI. The poet cut a sorry figure lately;Early triumphs had lost all of their glitter.His boss called, which did not surprise him greatly,But poverty required he was no quitter.His manager was terse, her tone was brittleAs she explained to him the situation:“This lady oversees a hospitalAnd hopes you’ll diagnose an aberration.”He nodded to the guest;…
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Tardigrade Morphology & Reproduction
Barrell-shaped with stubby legs Their caudal segments are enrichedwith a fourth set of these legseven pudgier than the other six Only a few enjoy pigment-cup eyessince most are eye-less Others are endowed with bristles along the head and bodyfor sensation And the entirety of the bodyperforms respiration The round tube-holein the middle of their facescontains…
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On the Existence of Poetry, An Ars Poetica
Poetry is not real. It hovers overthe edge of existencethe blurry line betweenlife and death. It does not dealwith the mundane and banalthreads of being. It enters into themicroscopic, trivial things, the important thingsthe things that are painful to think aboutthe things that burn us if we get too closethe things that bring us joy…
