An ode to poetry itself.

Magic, a higher being, the super natural, super powers, a psychic sixth sense. All of the above are phenomena whose existence we question. However they exist, they exist in poetry. As naive as the world is, consumed in their routines of work, running their ¬†little races and failing to stop and notice the magic that... Continue Reading →


What it’s like to be a zipper girl

You can't choose to join the zipper club, the zipper club chooses you! Five years ago, my parents left me in the trusted ¬†hands of a surgeon. After fifteen years of being a heart patient my heart began giving in to the disease and now it was time to be a heart survivor. As the... Continue Reading →

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