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The Television & The Forest

The Television & The Forest

Art by Luis Miguel Munoz Written by Nelly Matorina I went to bed at sunrise, breaaaaaaaathing through the past seven hours of almost quiet, almost quiet if I shut my doors and the sun rises from the curtain tops. When I went downstairs, it had started. The reality box was on full blast, beaming through...
We are never ever ever getting back together.

We are never ever ever getting back together.

Photo by Matt Fielding Written by Malashree Suvedi Infinity eats into infinity, hungry with chaos and death, the eternal footman snickers, and even the bald gods bicker. Darkness always repeats itself, as light laughs alone, Death annexes frigid stars, as lighthouses lay awake. We’ve walked with winners, talked to tattling tools too, Been between bulging...
orphan-tear-blue

orphan-tear-blue

  Art by Mark Dizon Written by Emily Harris orphan-tear blue   by the time i was 8, i’d made myself near-sighted from holding flashlights under covers, reading books when i should’ve been sleeping. so what if i’d slept? maybe then i’d know more about dreams, & less about facts – more about rest, &...
Insomniac

Insomniac

Photo by Diane Landro Written by Ali Sutherland Amnesiac, Aphrodisiac, Insomniac. It all sounded so romantic and mysterious. A disease of writers too impassioned by their words, Kept up at night by sporadic inspiration that would spur them from their sheets Like evidence of angst and rumination or reflection. But her insomnia was no enigmatic...
Circular Apathy

Circular Apathy

Photo by Matt Fielding Written by Ailsa Anderson With such kindness, such theory takes on redundancy Shattered in the face of those creases Melted in all of the jargon they cannot understand But the pain alleviates with simplicity, to help the one or the many The dilemma instilled from those words discussed years ago Among...
While you were wanting me

While you were wanting me

Photo by Hannah Ustun Written by Emily Harris I think that perhaps I waited in Someplace before the rain and songs while the sun taught me how to travel – how to reach from Someplace to Yourplace (with the sun, I lingered and watched). I waited for your patient longing to be a strong enough...
A wedding more beautiful was never seen

A wedding more beautiful was never seen

Art by Sereana Lindsay Written by Maia Taylor A wedding more beautiful was never seen Than that of Martin Haywood and Penelope Green. Her mother, crying, walked her down the aisle, While chubby flower girls shuffled behind in single file. It was her mother who reluctantly gave her away On the loveliest, sunniest morning in...
The Universe Meets Here: A recollection of beauty

The Universe Meets Here: A recollection of beauty

Souls; which are born of freedom and infinity, roam here. They’re wild, and fast. Etched with dirt, And bruised a lot, They smile their broken smiles. Their giggles are too articulate to be real, too divine to be false. Their movements are loud and precise. Souls; born to run, And move and turn, Lie naked...