Sixteen in Clarksville

Featured Artwork: Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene, 1864 by Simeon Solomon (1840-1905) In Clarksville, they were just children — arguably too young to know what love was, but evidently old enough to know that they’d found it in each other. They’d known one another for nine of their sixteen years. It was…

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The Flowers are Waxing Poetic

I wonder what Spring and Colour do while they observe from the alcoves of their Season. I like to think they flirt and wax poetic about van Gogh, calling themselves a muse; that they romance each other, then dance until they’ve spun into warmth and light. As the months pass Spring becomes overworked, while Colour…

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At Odds With The Air: A Conversation About the Evolution of Culture with Mallika Chandaria

By Sadia Parveen, Tejashree Murugan, and Ally De Leon . . . The 98 Arts Collective is a new immersive content production startup that has had successful shows in Paris, London, New York, San Francisco, and Boston. Their latest project At Odds With The Air — a movement album born out of the COVID-19 pandemic…

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Daughters of a Different Path

Daughters of a Different Path is a story about a young African American woman, Leanna, who seeks her mother’s acceptance. After her mother rejects her decision of becoming Muslim, Leanna begins to deal with inner obstacles of doubt. The story is not only about Leanna’s conversion and the repercussions of her decision, but about transforming…

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Noor Unnahar: At the Intersection of Poetry and Art

Featured Images: Noor Unnahar Born and raised in Pakistan, Noor Unnahar is a best-selling poet and visual artist. She is currently pursuing her BFA from Indus Valley School of Art and Architecture, an art school by the sea in Karachi. She works with a number of mediums (photography, illustration, journaling, collages, and more!) and creates works…

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I will be Billing The Peddler of Pretence for my Time

Featured Image: Evan Fitzer I am not my lover’s keeper If his happiness is dependent on me Then I am not to answer for it I will not be expected to fix him For last time I was addressed, I was “my love” not “Dr. Deilami” the therapist   And it is funny that in…

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My First Poem Was Titled ‘Futility’

Featured Image: Joe deSousa White caps of snow on the roof, pure and tranquil, and maybe I will, lay on this roof a little while longer to numb the continuous hunger of an eating binge that only serves to placate  the momentous desire to act preemptively   and seek an end Until snide words can no…

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The Graveyard of Empires

Featured Image: Alizeh Ahmad We will win. We will win. We will win. We will win. “It is in our nature, in our blood” Sticks and stones will break my bones When stones are beaten into the skulls of children for 40 years. When sticks are stabbed into the sockets of men, women, and children.…

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