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Talking To A Baby
by Hibah Shabkhez
Read More »I speak of red roses called by other names
To you, who do not yet know this one. I sing
Of suns xanthic, amarillo, jaune, before
You even know yellow; find you poems and games
That spin out sentences like candy-floss; bring
You books in many different languages, more
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free dreams about dunya
by Easter Mukora
one a.m: i am looking at quotes from the Waking Life and ran into ‘dream is destiny.’ it’s one of those things i never thought i would remember to associate with you, which might be weird because it’s literally written on you. it’s so late into the night that it’s morning and i am better off waking up than sleeping. so i am writing. i still don’t understand what dream is destiny means. i will rewatch it again next week. or some week when it comes up and i want to watch more than i want to write. or if you waltz into my life again when you app finally works. teknolojia! how does anybody know when they’re telling the truth
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breakfast in the sky
by Irina Vérène
Read More »meet me
under the celestial croissant
with its ridged crispy dough
and cream-colored insides
dreamy craters
perfect for scooping up space
like blueberry jam
edible stardust
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Say Cheese
by Gillian Fletcher
Apartment hunting in The Netherlands is an adventure, to say the least. If you read about it online, it sounds like non-stop madness riddled with scammers, false hopes, and broken dreams.
So far, it’s only a little bit like that.
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The Doraemon Theme Song (Backmasking)
by Wing Yau
Read More »One day you’ll wake up
when the black threads of your sewn heart
entangled like chained demisemiquavers
in an epic theme song.
Up in the sky you’ll sing:
“Happiness is not too high
when it’s upside down
like rain.” -
Broken Hearts and Cages
by Nitika Balaram
Read More »Yesterday in my Arabic class
I learnt how to say
En-naes betmoot fi kol makaen
Ana za3laena wa alby beyo3ga3ni
People are dying everywhere
I’m sad and my heart hurts
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Inner Child Work
by Cally Lim
It is not your fault, my child, but I have a confession:
Read More »This whole thing is increasingly an irrition on us both.
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washed out
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The Diner
by Josh Young
Read More »The bacon and hashbrowns sizzled. The dishes
and forks in the sink bickered with each other as
they were carelessly dropped in a soapy bath.
The fluorescent lights pummeled my eyes in
sharp contrast to the outside where rain drizzled
in the dreary night.
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