What comes after Post-Modernism?
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On Opening Your Diploma – a Poem by K. Alabi
Did you expect the scrolls of some dead sea deciphered? annotated with that destiny you guessed into yourself? Did you expect an arrow, thin as a vein, revealing to your blood in which direction it should run Or perhaps a small god adorning you with the wisdom of a dying whisper as you crush it…
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The Funeral by B. Bullock
The procession had just started and already I could taste it, already, it was turning my stomach and expelling my hunger like an ocean would if I were rocking against its waves. I watched the sons, the brothers, the daughters, the wife make her way down the aisle, walking slow and careful like they were…
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Voices to the Voiceless: Confronting Sex-Trafficking and Other Gender-based Issues Worldwide by M. Pitter
We are living in an age still plagued by slavery and direct violations on human rights, a modern age in which there are people brutalized out of whim or exploited as chattel for red light pleasures. Millions of young girls worldwide, born into destitution often find themselves as the products of the sex traffic industry…
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Emma…by G. Mramor
His hands came to rest on her bare shoulders
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G.O.O.D Music’s Cruel Summer: Not Everyone is Loving the Crew – a Review by M. Krenek
For almost a decade Kanye West and his team have proven their ability to utilize amazing samples from Chaka Khan’s “Through the Fire” to Otis Redding’s “Try a Little Tenderness,” and G.O.O.D Music’s Cruel Summer is no different. This collective album has a good balance of street songs versus quasi poetic numbers; unfortunately only some…
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Autobiography, A Concerto in Three Parts – By L. Breen
I: Rubbernecking To be read with much distrust, as lyrics translated from a dead language. A scene pulled from the depths of a child’s memory. We were packed in the car, driving to somewhere or away from something. Nausea was just setting in or only beginning to wane. The sky was slate gray, indicating some…
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i watched her fall – poem by p. chatelain
i watched her fall she told me she was “cool” with everything.
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Return…by G. Mramor
Your body is an old dark place now
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When did I ever know you…by G. Mramor
When did I ever know you
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dude America – poem by J.Gawrych
Do you create?
