EMPOWERMENT, THE ARTS

DONDA: Kanye’s Search for an Integrated Self

Featured Image: BFA/Yeezy via Vogue In the full light of hindsight, seeing the past with grown conscience is a painful discovery. The only direction is tomorrow, with an offensively unfixable yesterday. “We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold,” Kundera paints this unbearable life. The nadirs of life’s course […]

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EMPOWERMENT, THE ARTS

Revisiting “Faces” by Mac Miller

“Mirrors are the doors through which Death comes and goes. Look at yourself in a mirror all your life and you’ll see Death at work, like bees in a hive of glass.” The 1950 French film Orpheus portrayed the mirror as the place to watch death’s course; perhaps a less macabre interpretation is of the […]

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POETRY & PROSE, WORLD ISSUES

Voices from Afghanistan

Featured Illustration: Shehzil Malik They call to us from under the Afghan Sun, their skin bright like amber kindled under flame, and their voices heavy with dripping characters, rough edges and beveled lines, black ink bursting over letters and journals, for they live by the pen, writing in an attempt to reach the world outside, […]

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LGBTQ+, POETRY & PROSE

Bad Love and Old Lies

She was proud. That much she knew. Lying in the hot Italian sun she turned once again watching as the world whirled and became submerged in the rose tint of her pink sunglasses. She smiled to herself hearing the screams of her friends as they splashed in the water becoming teenagers once again. Your pride […]

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LGBTQ+, POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS

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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POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTS

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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