the harms of objectivity

There’s something that hasn’t been sitting right with me lately. Of course, for anyone not living under a rock, there’s probably something not sitting right with everyone right now. But…

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national poetry month

I was given thirty days in the whole year to be somewhat productive, but I am failing to find inspiration from this writer’s manifesto. Last month there was a tree.…

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on covid-19

For the last of us, the most we can do is construct voices out of empty corridors. We have learned to do this while our most cherished communities disintegrate. Once,…

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the taste of a grapefruit

i wonder if she is poison. mother nature gave her children eyes to avoid ingesting death disguised by rich reds and oranges; she said "nothing can be this bright and…

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the theory of forms

my soul perched at the top of a steep white hill, looking at once in all directions at infinite cloudy crystals of moments surrounding it, each influencing each other, never…

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distance is an afterlife

if i can only keep pace at 7 miles per hour, it will take me one million, four hundred and sixty-three thousand, seven hundred and sixty seconds to remember his…

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a heavenly trip

My dorm took a trip to the southern side of Lake Tahoe at Heavenly Ski Resort, right on the border of the quaint Northern California and an unknown Nevada. I…

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