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Oaktea has always been in love with every aspect of a book–from the design to its contents, everything contributes to the experience. She started making comics for the all-in-one art and words combination, and eventually started working in bookstores to feed her voracious habit, as well as her love andContinue Reading

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On late summer afternoons, when the water gets real still the mermaids surface, the spines on their backs rising out of the lake. My brother says he’s gonna catch one, even prowls the shore with a hook he’s fashioned out of an old broom handle and some coat hangers. HeContinue Reading

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As a grizzled and broad shouldered captain sat at the plank of his own sinking ship, he muttered to himself, “I am no longer needed in this world, for now I must acquiesce my fate.” Without notice, a second round of whistles pierced the air. And suddenly, a volley ofContinue Reading

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I dreamed of being a fisherwoman              of casting deep nets like spells pulling up condensations of blue            at swim team my flip turns were fastest always forgetting       to breathe first         after practice I’d pullContinue Reading

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Under the sea Is where you’ll find me I swim around coral Vibrant and floral I bob near the surface And gaze at the surfers Or dive after whales And dream of their tails Under the sea That’s where I’ll be Dipping and diving And glad I’m still me EmmaContinue Reading

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“. . . because ‘is ear were in the soup! Har, har, har. Ooh, ow! Me peg ‘and!” “Aye, that’s right, a ‘ook is more usual, only Ol’ Sawbones ‘ad no ‘ooks at the time. Now ‘e’s got some, but I got so used to the peg, I just keptContinue Reading

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人的一生能隐藏多少秘密呢？ 泪水滴滴答答地像在轻数 大海又包容了多少人的秘密呢？ 它以惊涛也拟波浪地诉说 从不停止   How many secrets can one ocean hold? Tears break like a ticking clock.¹ How many secrets can one life hold? It breaks in waves [and more] waves. It will not stop. –translated by Bobby   ¹ Literal translation: tears tick tock like counting time.Continue Reading

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You do not notice it at first. Until you hear the lethargic stirring of a shallow puddle on your way to the kitchen. You look down to find your feet covered in water. It slips between your toes and dances through your arches in the absence of your movement. YouContinue Reading

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The deck pitches in a slow roll with the swells, but worse is an irregular jolting motion which induces a drunken stumble gait. It is night, raining hard, and windy. There is a constant roar from the storm and the workings of the deck. Sailors run to and fro withContinue Reading