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In Memory of Tweetie Sweetie
I was sitting by the helm, Watching the blue waves move past, When your green plumage caught my eye.
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Dried Flora
During the height of the pandemic, producing art for me was very hard, particularly when it came to my photography.
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And when the clock tolls twelve…
I’m a princess, bejeweled and dressed in the finest silks. Still, blood stains my fine evening gloves.
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Book of Ghosts
The book of change watches me rage as its pages turn of their own accord like a scornful clock endlessly ticking, sending me to the ground in a freefall of…
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Emergency Department
Starting in April, I had the opportunity to work as an ER tech in a rural midwestern hospital. I earned my EMT-B certification my senior year of high school, and…
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My Little Family
My little family started at Newark Airport with donuts and dreamy gazes. My little family is the eighteenth cohort, a dazzling crew that amazes.
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Equipoise
Another relationship up in flames, Over just when it’s begun. I pushed too hard, I felt so sure this was “the one.”
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Why I Quit Social Media and Can’t Go Back
In November 2021 I made a change. Sitting in my stinky dorm room (because let’s be honest, all dorm rooms smell so bad), I deleted social media apps. Systematically, one…
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A Daily Nightmare
No one sees him, No one hears him. But he always lives among us Patiently waiting and waiting.
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You Zhi San
This piece is a depiction of a young girl with a traditional Chinese oil paper umbrella in southern China. As a Chinese-American visiting the home country of my parents, I…
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Aching Streets
The work is about language barriers/expectations I faced as an Indian American. The poem can be read three ways (the left side on its own, the right side on its…
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When In Spring We Sing
When in Spring We Sing violently like the birds in the early morning. Saying: get up you lazy hen it’s time to begin anew.
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Longing
My blood runs brown, rich like the soil of a homeland I’ll never see. Yet I can taste the fruits of that farmland.
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Winds in the East
Everything’s changing. Even as I sit here, writing this, I can feel it. I know that whatever happens today can never be repeated tomorrow.
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Ore
my home smells like baking grass and diluted smoke it tastes like salt, like when i used to lick my hands as a child and came up with a mouthful…
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Look How She Grows!
Look how she grows! Why she does it no one knows. Science can say this how seedlings sprout with sun, But no one knows just why she grows, Or where…
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The Secret of the Stache
On National Peacock Day, millions from around the world tuned in to watch the St. Peter’s Peacocks narrowly overtake the Purdue Boilermakers in the NCAA tournament.
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Life?
What is life? Just one more breath? The process of being, before you are dead? The presence of pain, So you know that it’s real, Or the dull empty depth,…
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Stillwater
Let the water inside you flow. Water that is still breeds insects that are not.
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art
there's a blank canvas in front of you waiting to be drawn on or painted if you desired but the pencil is left on the table
