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A yellow butterfly flew across my room.She hovered over a vast leaf on my plant,arched body smooth like soft silk,Like the slope of a mountain blossoming.Her wings are paper like,fragile like dried leavesthat will not rise from their fall.She fluttered towards me,but every movement was a strain.Was this an entreaty,Continue Reading

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Brian Park is a ninth-grade student attending high school in Massachusetts with a passion for visual arts. Brian’s art portfolio encompasses a range of mediums and styles, reflecting his diverse interests and inspirations. Outside of his artistic pursuits, Brian enjoys exploring nature, reading, and spending time with friends and family.Continue Reading

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Yoon Park is a dynamic high school student enrolled at an international school in Seoul, South Korea. She channels her creative energy into writing and visual art and finds joy in expressing herself through these mediums. Additionally, she has a passion for music and spends her spare time playing theContinue Reading

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No one had lived there for two or three years, the landlady said. But her placenta was buried in the front yard, under a slow-dying fig tree, and the baby who was once attached to the landlady through the placenta was born in the bathtub. The landlady was skinny andContinue Reading

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Rescue the motherand her shivering catfrom the porch of the nursing homeBeware of cannibalsmeeting in caves You are going toneed help with themCross the bridge single-file Come to realizethat’s no dog in the kennelIt’s a skunk And those patchesof light in the forest?They’re pieces of skin Marianne Taylor is aContinue Reading

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Once upon a mountaintopabove the cloudy seaswith burning jewels, wind-woven chantsand scent of sun-glad treesa child discerned her destiny. And so she descended the granite slopesto a cottage small and remotewhere humble parents with bent, gray headsclad her in linen and wooltaught her to garden and watched her grow. AContinue Reading

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After W. B. Yeats In the dim coming times, vaccines won’t holdagainst the waves of milky greenish foambourne by ill birds, cattle and swine,and some will succumb to the mutating thing.Flesh will rot and fall away, soullesseyes burn hollow and gray, spoiled milk where oncefish swam. Gnawing hunger will raiseContinue Reading

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So there I was in the sixof swords, being ferried acrossa dusky river to an uncertain shore. Who was this child by my side?And whose itchy cloak covered my head?Sudden winds sprang up, drove us downstream, brisk waves spitting,spraying, knocking the six stiffswords, one by one, out of the boatContinue Reading

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your eyes are closed butyou still feel the light and you wonder what will bite fromwithin the dark portals. water flows through the portals andyou ride it in into the beyond which is rough and choppy butthrilling and splashy too. you see the other shore so you climband you feelContinue Reading

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“You’re living in a fantasy”. My whole life that’s what they’ve told me.“You’re just that head in the clouds type, who inhales dreams, like they’re something of substance.Who laughs to oneself and laughs out loud. Whose reckless eyes are stigmatized, as an unstable amalgamation of restless energy and immersive introspection.”TheyContinue Reading