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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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Lindsay Baik is a student at an international school in Seoul who is passionate about writing, art, and collecting CDs. She spends much of her free time playing the guitar and listening to music. Currently, Lindsay is working on building her portfolio.Continue Reading

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3Children mine under the desert for their foodBoarders expand far past their short nosesAs they chip at the walls w/ stone pickaxesAlways one jump scare away from oblivionTheir leader wafts attention away from wrathBy sacrificing his own holdings he vanishesNow the team can get back to the real workExcavating throughContinue Reading

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Bella always thought that vampires were supposed to be sexy, at least that was how all of her books described them. The pale man in dark clothes and a cape currently raiding her kitchen was decidedly not sexy at all. Bella had originally come downstairs for a glass of water,Continue Reading

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from a report dated Thursday, March 20, 1355 (after Vespers) And then one astrologerone past night discovered a starbirth another star that grewto part the clouds, spin, and dropbeyond the village swamp: “I found nothing therewith smoke plumeing outof nothing above me. Somethingbarbaric bleated or shriekedas I whimpered my riteContinue Reading

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It’s a Thursday in Novemberwhen the robot spits out the poem.Of course it’s written poems before,reams of them, but they were terrible,full of silly rhymes and clichésand bland, repetitious sentimentslike fourth-rate greeting cards. But this poem is a masterpiece,with crisp language and metaphorsthat are deep without being arcane.It can appealContinue 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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i saw an owlcried twice beforedawnwith the night as an alibii see mortals in mourning clothesmy mother setsher dreamcatcher,she collects all my nightmaresin onebasket & eats them overnight.i see my brother in the moon orbshe lives on through cycle of rebirthsi carry his soul in my mouth,a reincarnated cherry fromContinue Reading

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upstairs in my memorylives a room so darkit absorbs the planetlooking like there’s nosoul behind them,a shadow puddle ofnothingnessstands unscrambled.floating around like airfirstly glory appears &doomcomes after solstice& my soul never growsnice aftermath wintersbut i feel the loss ofcherry blossomsso find me in time& existenceembracing the flowersthat dreamt ofthe moonContinue 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