Within the hollow of my soul, a half moon lights the way to the other half of sorrow.
Portia Choi, “Emptiness,” Levan Humanities Review, Volume 2, Issue 1

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Within the hollow of my soul, a half moon lights the way to the other half of sorrow.
Portia Choi, “Emptiness,” Levan Humanities Review, Volume 2, Issue 1
without you, i feel the solitude of the polar night
Jana Wong, “Soul Mate,” Levan Humanities Review, Volume 4, Issue 1
(Who could swim in a frozen wave of fixed expectations?)
Helen Shanley, “Blue Fish”
or that peripheral orb/that vanishes if I look at it. . .Like Time. . .
Don Thompson, Local Color
I got these walls because I’d hate burden to bear
Caleb Coley, ”Black & Lonely”
When did self-expression turn into an open door
Mandy Anderson (Rainy Dawn)
In the end we're all still friends. Even if they hurt, you learn something
Moon Spirits
and leaves whispering sorrow
Portia Choi, “Tear,” Sungsook, Korean War Poems