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Tapping into your Frequency

Tapping into your Frequency

Jude Wood February 14, 2025

        The sound filled the small room, and he lost himself in it, strumming his guitar with his eyes closed until it seemed to become a part of him, the music spilling from him as naturally as...

Even if it's New York

Even if it’s New York

Danika Vergara-Abreu February 14, 2025

If I asked you to run to New York would you go? I know forever summer’s not your favorite place.   Cause you’re tired being here, tired standing in the hallways,          ...

ToxiCupid

ToxiCupid

Robin Siniff February 14, 2025

rainstorms and reveries

rainstorms and reveries

Elliot Pope February 14, 2025

rain taps taps taps against windowpanes  against my head  against my heart   water dripping down down down  onto the pavement  into my eyes into my mouth into yours into...

Valentines Cookies

Valentines Cookies

Isabel Hau February 14, 2025

        Abigail didn’t expect such an utter disaster. She swore up and down that she was an entirely good willed hostess. She wanted nothing but the best for her friends. Yes she may have whined...

Until Now

Until Now

Tracy Schrader January 23, 2025

        Rome was the last person Angie expected to see walk into the ring store, though she didn’t exactly know why. Perhaps because he’d dated Briar for the last two years of college, and Briar...

Flowers Bloom

Flowers Bloom

Amelie Sullivan January 23, 2025

        In the warm embrace of St. James's Hospital, the air was filled with the whirring of machines and the muted symphony of beeping monitors. There, two souls danced in the shadows of sorrow...

pom poms

pom poms

Aaralynn Graham January 23, 2025

  Her name was Aleigh. I learned that when they called her name over the loudspeakers. She stood and waved her red and gold pom poms in the air, tassels sparkling and smile as wide as...

I Will Wait for my Muse

I Will Wait for my Muse

Nika Barnard January 23, 2025

My muse is fixed for the world to see, But her wine-stained lips beckon for me. The touch of my hands would ruin her skin So I wait for the day when our love can begin   Centuries...

Shrines and Desecration

Shrines and Desecration

Angela Velazquez Diaz January 23, 2025

  i can’t praise You like a god. i’ve never believed in infinity,  but i wish i could say i believed  in divinity. then, i could find out what “holy” is meant to be,  and...

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