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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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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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The morning alarm that pierced my eardrums should have jolted me awake and sent me rocketing out from the covers. Instead, I rose like the dead and groaned about the unfortunate early hour. Lynn was absent from our bed. But the smell of coffee and something burning told me sheContinue 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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Once, there were, before ancestorswere, no rainbows and all colorsflowed the river upstream, below,in slime, life evolved to death, to tadpoles, with no knowledgeof land, swimming between colorfulstrands, then the hard rain, colorsstained the land, tadpoles walked, with hesitance, through a mireof colors, stained their toesand torsos and heads, chameleons,blendedContinue 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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I held up a man stronger than myself & carried both of us to a strange river forked in a hidden forest / he called out my name while looking past my face & into the black satin sky that stretched from behind the trees / neither of us hailedContinue 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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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