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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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The sun rises from the East.Time passes with every second and makes up a day.We like to rely on what we seeand pretendto understand where we are.Stars shine bright in the sky like specks of dust.Spots light up,and galaxies swirl like a kindergarten girl being chasedaround the playground.The orbs makeContinue Reading

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upstairs in my memorylives a room so darkit absorbs the planetlooking like there’s nosoul behind them,a shadow puddle ofnothingnessstands unscrambled.floating around like airfirstly glory appears &doomcomes after solstice& my soul never growsnice aftermath wintersbut i feel the loss ofcherry blossomsso find me in time& existenceembracing the flowersthat dreamt ofthe moonContinue 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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Tk Tekkyu Lee is meticulously assembling his art portfolio. His work showcases a fusion of traditional and contemporary techniques. Each piece in his portfolio tells a captivating story, drawing viewers into his imaginative world. Tk is a student in the world of emerging young artists, and his portfolio is aContinue Reading

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i saw an owlcried twice beforedawnwith the night as an alibii see mortals in mourning clothesmy mother setsher dreamcatcher,she collects all my nightmaresin onebasket & eats them overnight.i see my brother in the moon orbshe lives on through cycle of rebirthsi carry his soul in my mouth,a reincarnated cherry fromContinue 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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Act 1: The Galactic Poet Laureate Scene opens with a solitary figure standing center stage in front of the stage curtain, bathed in the soft glow of starlight. The closed stage curtain is a panoramic view of a vast, glittering cosmos, with distant galaxies and swirling nebulae. Divina Stellars (takingContinue Reading

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“Kinda beautiful in its own way, isn’t it?” a voice behind me said.I nodded, still looking up into the indigo sky. A whirlpool of purple and blue light, throwing off sparks of white, filled the dome of stars. Rising up into its center from the soaring peak that dominated theContinue 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