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POEM: Blue 

My open hands glide along the rhythmic crashing of the waves. Lacing my fingers through sea foam that forms while they curl and collapse. Trying to bear the motion in my hands. Attempting to collect the crystal blue hue. Watching it slip between my fingers, returning to the gurgling sea foam, retreating back out to […]

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Lit Corner- Absurdism with Kafka, Camus, and Süskind! 

A pigeon, a stranger, and a cockroach walk into a bar… The absurdist genre emerged post-World War II and explores the absurd aspects of life, evoked by disillusionment and existential questions. Absurdist novels often present worlds or events that lack logical explanations and involve characters who experience some form of alienation from their society and […]

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the art of being the least

not a single coherent carriage of words seems to emerge from my train of thought, and yet, here i find myself, longing to express something of substance, anything, truly, that might elevate me from the monotony of my own existence. i am engulfed by a disquieting fear, a profound dread that i may indeed be […]

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The Dark Side of the Moon

The moon is beautiful when she shines. She lights my way and paves my tenebrous road with a path I can follow. She is there during my brightest dawns and she is there during my dimmest, starless nights. But I know that light isn’t really her own, it’s nothing more than a reflection. I’ve lived […]

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I, who have always been loved by women

I owe them the entirety of my knowledge.  It is an amusing contradiction, then, that I state with pride that I have never learned to   braid my own hair. But I never had to learn to braid my hair because my big sister did   that for me. My sister and I have lived on different […]

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POEM: My Most Precious Collection

The woman I am?   A cartographer of curiosity.  Resident of far and wide.  Adventurer, explorer.    Treasure hound.  Passionate devotee of beautiful things.   Collector, curator.  My most precious collection?  Women.   Priceless, robust, delicate.  Such as a cursed amulet at the Nepalese border.  Captivating. Intoxicating. Formidable.  I offer you a glimpse at my collection.   No passport required.  […]

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POEM: To My Sister, Three Thousand Miles Away

Where has the time gone  Since this all first begun  Since we last had a sleepover  And spent a day out in the sun?  Since I last heard your laughter  And watched you first ride a bike  It’s been months since I’ve seen you  Though it feels like just last night  I can’t remember the […]

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