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POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Silent Breakfast To Go
Whiskey sour. Whiskey sweet.  Wisk her heart. Beat her  Eggs into an om Lette her devour it From a thirstless hunger. You know…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Nine Crows and The Godavari
Monsoons seize the trees of palm Clouds stand not alone behind the red curtain sun I swim with the black widowed crows…
PRATHIGNA YERAKALA
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Necessary Friends
you’re at a lunch party, talking lessforking a bruschetta, careful not to make a messthinking of a cheeseburger, of the galaxies and…
ALIZAH HASHMI
EMPOWERMENT
Walk Like You Like Yourself
I was always aware that I was fat. It was as much of a fact to me as the sky being blue.…
ZESHAN BARI
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
TICKLING CATASTROPHE
image from 1944 film Gaslight, starring Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer,  source: “What Does Gaslight Even Mean?“ __ can I stop by?I need…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Kintsugi & T(h)ea
I find our tribal human mind will always fight against the heart, missing the soul of the matter at hand. Unless the…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
they tell a story
The scars on her body They all tell a story For she had been ridden of freedom To speak, to laugh, to…
ANEESHA SARAN
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Thicker Than Blood
At the age of 22, I met the 63-year-old Armenian woman who had given me up for adoption. On the evening of…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
It’s All Poetic Justice Until We Lose Our Eyes
My story is so nearly relevant, I forget and roll my eyes. Devil in savior’s clothes.Chooses strong women to destroy.Feeds his need for…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
The Church Remains on Fire
I keep thinking; These fleeing, mournful, frightened creatures- These are the true homeless climate refugees.‬ ‪I keep thinking‬; ‪Nature will return. Nature…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Epigenetic Reverb
{{{strong shimmer…..}  there will be no genocide today.  no martyrs to make. We do not waste time on trifles.Leap, my daughter, from…
HOKIS
POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS
Synapse Surfing
When I close my eyes and reach for the wall When my presence disappears {this is now} {this is now} {this is…
HOKIS

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