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The Southern Cross
Appetite 1. The Fowl Feast It was the smell that clung to her clothes. It grew hotter inside the chicken coop, reeking of hot feathers and sour-sweet manure as her…
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Palinode
I longed for her touch, a blessing denied, not the warmth of a thousand suns that reside. Not the heavens above nor the stars that gleam, could rival the peace…
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Found Family
I’ve never liked children. They’re a nuisance to everyone around them, and I believe the only reason society as a whole has put up with them is because they pity…
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A ghost of a chance
Mismatched socks caught in my eyes, They remind me of your quiet lies. Into the lost and found they hide, Like us, misplaced and left aside. I wonder if you'll…
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The Hand of God
Act 1 THE CHORUS: “And so there the watchmen stood In crooked bow and gloomy mood Tumult and thoughts in silent brew In shadow, amongst the stony few.” “Vigil” in…
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the plum you’re meant to eat next summer
last summer when i was busy falling in love with you, i couldn’t see anything else. when we gathered in the living room sitting cross legged, you turned off the…
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Good Girls Go To School
“Aisha, wait up!” Maria called up at the top of her lungs as she ran towards her friend, who was already a step away from leaving the school gates. Her…
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Foxglove
When she opened her eyes, all she could see was blue. Her head throbbed something fierce, like she’d fallen face-first into the wrong end of a blender. It took a…
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Unseen Hues
Cian The night cloaked us in a moonlit chill as I sped down the cherry-petalled boulevard. Crisp, spring air filled my car when Kael rolled down his window. His second-last…
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Isidora
I face most encounters alone. I’ve gotten used to being by myself in my experiences – the good, the bad, the in-between – meeting different people, and visiting all the…