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Still by A.W.

December 24, 2015 by

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It’s a sweet Connecticut spring afternoon, full of the promise of summer. Branches of green oaks and maples lift in the breeze, reaching out to the sky. I watch them from my bed, through the little window, think about where birds fly to when they fly away from their nests. Voices again, growing louder, rise […]

Still by Meshael

December 24, 2015 by

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A man once wrote that love comes at the price of the agony of its loss. It rang a truth that really made me wonder: Why do we keep diving in what will compound our very own agony? Doesn’t that go against every fundamental tenet of self-preservation? Aren’t we already in over our heads with […]

Still by Maian

December 24, 2015 by

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Life is full of obstacles, or so they say.   There are the expected ones.   Like starting a new job, moving to a new city, or trying to get along with your annoying neighbor.   And the unexpected ones.   Those that knock you out ice cold because you just weren’t prepared for them. […]

Still by Zimam

December 24, 2015 by

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Sunset Park, Brooklyn Still, they made him come back to school; still, class went on as if it was another ordinary day. Perhaps, it was.Nothing about it could have been particularly jolting if we could go back so calmly after a few moments to reading the scene where Oedipus gouged out his eyes. But, we […]

Still by Dona

December 24, 2015 by

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It was a Tuesday when I looked into your eyes and betrayed what I have been deliberately trying to hide. I didn’t know that would be our last goodbye. I still didn’t hug you like I would want to. I would never hug you like I would want to, it’s the thing with goodbyes. Hugging […]

Sounds by Manayer

November 16, 2015 by

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Not quite certain if it’s mere rationality, or if it’s what Daniel Kahnmen calls Loss Aversion. Have you ever been sure that this chamber people call woman, is just a sound you’ll run after but never lay your mere eyes on? If this sound was given a title but you fail to acknowledge, or if […]

Sounds by Meshael

November 16, 2015 by

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I’ve always felt cheated never living next to a body of water. The air here isn’t thick enough to justify the heaviness in my breath. I cannot flow like water, I cannot take shape of whatever contains me, instead I am ragged with my edges. I cannot retain anything of me once I change shape. […]