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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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discoveredstars were buttons.If a human could reach them,the world would change. The sky remains brightwith eyesthat blink a known reality of beautyuntouched by manwho in his ignorance, is filledwith a wild passionto change everything. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades,Continue Reading

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Ryan Kim is a high school art student based in South Korea. Drawing inspiration from his cultural heritage and the dynamic environment of his surroundings, Ryan explores themes of identity, tradition, and modernity through his artwork. With a keen eye for detail and a passion for storytelling, he seeks toContinue 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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The last of King Arthur’s knightstook the sword Excalibur by the hiltand hurled it back into the lake.The Sword formed an elegant arcas it flew through the midnight sky.Its jewelled hilt flashed in the lightof the ghostly, pale winter moon.Rubies, diamonds, emeralds, pearlsshone and glittered, challenging the starswhich so brightlyContinue Reading

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Because he still waits for you, thereRight over there, right beside youHe still waits for you, if you ever need him Like the whispers you wereever meant to hear, he triedto bring it close to you You surely haven’t forgotten when hebraided your hair for that first date andcomforted youContinue 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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In the half-light I saw them first:galloping through strands of grey mistwhich drifted wraith-like across the fields,their hooves leaving light imprintson the cushioned grass. Their chiselled white heads, disembodiedfloated past in the growing gloomas if propelled by some strange force.Their white manes mingled with the mist,like drifts of snow floatingContinue Reading

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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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“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