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He Was There

He was there
to hear my sonnets of sorrow
to give me a hug when I need one
to make me laugh despite my pain… 58 more words

Love

Gotye

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Yellow brick roads right beneath our noses,
shown to the world and they hose it with a fake plastic roses.

Damn she’s elusive. 102 more words

Poetry

You are my Everything

You are like a language I learn daily
Another sweet word every day
You are like a mystry I reveal daily
Another little bit of it every day… 63 more words

Poem

Who are we in this complicated world? __Rumi

If we come to sleep
We are His drowsy ones.

And if we come to wake
We are in His hands.

If we come to weeping, 119 more words

Awareness

complex

our mother
was not one
to make sounds
above an infant
in another’s
house, no, our mother

our shepherdess
mother

would have us flock
to god’s
epizootic
nostalgias

“Damned to Everlasting Fame:” Historical Gossip in William Combe’s “Diabo-Lady”

This post was written by intern Elise Plyler.

When I was first introduced to “The Diabo-Lady” by William Combe, the title immediately caught my eye. 1,183 more words

CT

disposable

I wrote in a journal
tore it to shreds

I made you a plush doll
ripped it apart

I handbound a book
tossed in the trash… 81 more words

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