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Down the moss-carpeted path you creep,Dewdrops crunching between your toes,Needles of ice embedded in callus.Hands emerge from your tattered cloak,The claws of a she-witch,Gnarled and twisted, remains of a vile act.Whorls of black ink gliding over skin,Peek from beneath your veil,Runic tattoos, symbols of power,Dance across your peeling flesh,Like aContinue Reading

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The bullets you lobat me bounceoff my field of impenetrability. Day by day the layers of fatunder my skinbecome my armor,necessaryto protect mefrom a worldinspired with hatefor anything other —odd, weird, different unusual —not dimensionalenough to fit intoan overhead bin insidethe forehead. Their punchesbounce off my body armor absorbingthe impact,Continue Reading

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I used to be just a girl from a poor home in Brazil, the nerd everyone picked on, the girl everyone called unwanted, but now they call me a hero. Hello, my name is Camilla. I was chosen by a few Egyptian gods to protect humanity against demons and otherContinue Reading

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Superman you just threw a car through this gas station wallAnd I’m just trying to get a small black coffee.I don’t even use the milk they make out of almonds anymore becauseCalifornia doesn’t have enough water for that. It is barely 9 in the morning. Superman we need good journalists,AndContinue Reading

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Unknown artistSilver Age of Comic Books? (1956-1970)Pencil on paper Recently recovered art dating from around the Silver Age of Comics, these sketches show concept art of a previously unseen and unused superhero: The Book-Stellar and their sidekick/bookstore cat Cat-a-Log (following page). From the notes gathered, this was to be aContinue Reading

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We made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves. I have a superpower of my ownNo matter how hard you knockI can pretend no one is homeOne thousand miles each way I have roamedeyes forward like a yoked oxI have a superpower of my own Writing decay, anguish toContinue Reading

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No one can stop The Blood. No one can know whether The Blood is good or bad. The Blood wears a long red cape, so long it is like a power line snapped and hanging down to the ground. What is the process of The Blood? To start, The BloodContinue Reading

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Ⅰ There’re wheels of light rolling in the skyThere’re no wheels of light rolling in the sky Eyes full of patientsSuperheroesEntrances everywhereNo exit Ⅱ Lying alone in bedComplete the ceremony of a sufferingSuperheroThis accidental solemnityOnly poetry can witnessArise of this era—Insert the gear into the broken backboneImplant chips into theContinue Reading

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There are few superheroes as ancient as The Man Made of Stone, for he has seen every shade the villains of evil can make bubble and boil from the depthless undying center of earth, from which all evil springs. It burns at 9,392° Fahrenheit, the earth’s core. It is fromContinue Reading