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Everything I love is made of youand me—a world of complexitywherewe are entangled–surrounded bythe uncertainty principlethat causes waves whereverwe areas if we are made up of watercreaturesswimming blindly toward the horizonwith hope of getting there. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, TwinContinue 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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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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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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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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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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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