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Crochet Essay

By: Heidi Wong It was summer last year when I noticed crocheted clothing was trendy among my generation. I was mesmerized by the sight of colorful, soft yarn and the way that it was meticulously stitched together to create a…

‘Love Trail’ and other poems

By: Dennis Williams           Love Trail As the sun peeps beyond the haze, two lovers set foot for the deep cool woodland, just us, just two lovers, wet from the early morn dew, steadfast in a journey to wherever the…

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Cemetery Police

By: Carl Papa Palmer Ceremonial cults of self-martyred widowscommemorating grief with daily pilgrimagegladly bearing the burden of grave site visitsas purported auditors assessing each and allburial plots for familial survivor upkeep. Every headstone birthday and death datecelebrated, observed and bear…

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‘Envisaging Vacation’ and other poems

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Envisaging Vacation Book closed, newspaper folded, partners nod, envisaging vacation.No fancy doormen, elegant eateries, else extensive tours grow intoElements of their dream. Rather, slumber parties, time for hot breakfasts, electronic devices notConsulted more than six times/day,…

The path to wisdom

By: James Aitchison See life,not with earthly eyes,but through the eternal eyes ofa soul seeking its source.See lifethat provides nothing more rewarding thanknowledge of the self.Seek only the truthof being and living and dying.The soul needs timeto fulfil itself.It will…

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The Residential Aliens

By: Tom Ball People told me I was an alien and not from Earth. Until recently humans didn’t use most of their brain. But, us aliens, helped humans to utilize their whole brain and made even ordinary people into geniuses….

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Burnt Sienna

By: Jim Bates Fall was her favorite seasonShe walked woodland trailsCollecting leaves and weeds and grassesSmiling and happy. Sometimes she’d take him alongHolding his tiny handHe’d follow her leadThey carefully gathered leavesMarveling at their beautyRed and orange and burnt siennaSpecial…