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Art by Yuri Hill
Art by Jordan Grimmer
A tale of three haikus
starlit bliss supernova death
you hum, I sway. we exist in this starlit bliss. real, touch and feel.
burn quickly. we need this warmth, the spark, that light. we await explosion.
a few seconds are all that’s needed to collapse. a supernova death.
Art by Aykut Aydoğdu
By brellias
Explosion and fire practice by Ira Efremova
The Collectibles: Best of 2022
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Pixel Art by Chelsea Faust
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the coals in my stomach tell me i can breathe fire but all i can exhale are wavering hums of desire. i practice screaming louder; my lungs tire.
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why am i enslaved to wander this desolate land of my insanity. mirages that soon unravel themselves of the hope they wear to show me the bleak uncaring laws that build this reality.
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Megalith by Marcel Deneuve
Stars by Sam Yang
very curious seeing writing i did on here (when i was a teenager) having such a resurgence ten years later. makes me wonder how i will feel about my writing from now, when i am 10 years older. do you ever read something you wrote when you were younger and feel like it belongs to a stranger? i could shudder and shrink when i read it, and judge the work of a different version of me based on the standards to which i hold THIS version of me. but i think i will choose not to, and instead choose to commend my younger self for being brave enough to try. ultimately that journey is what got me here, no?