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To dream up a pop of color among the twigs of the brush, to clear the mists over the rippling river is to grant them both a legacy and a vision.
Released this month:
- Poem: theatre
- Poem: tree
Like a splash of cold water on the face, or a gust of bitter wind: here is my truth, as pure and blatant as any other.
Released this month:
- Poem: i lost some of her defiance
- Analysis: Suzanne Collins's The Hunger Games
We alone are muted reflections of all that has come to pass, just like the weak mimicry of the sun wilting on the glass.
Released this month:
- Letter: if i loved you less
- Poem: sappho
Habit is geography chronicled. Tradition is history condensed.
Released this month:
- Story: The Last Sprint
- Poem: stars
- Poem: good coward
- Analysis: Kevin Kwan's Crazy Rich Asians
Welcome, dear reader, to the feeling of almost.
Released this month:
- Story: A Proposal in Mr. Collins' style
- Poem: straws and sticks
- Poem: every time i breathe the air
- Analysis: JD Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye
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