by Zakua Collins a loud neighborhood where people spill vomit in the form of loud music right in front of my building Not so sick of a breeze blanketed by …

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by Bushra Naqi The shifting seas write an unspoken code Somewhere in tiers of waves In the depth of saline waters Pledging motion through eternity. A finely tuned orchestra of …

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by Skyler Sugar Osaka City In a building in Osaka City a car highway drives through the floor highway from floor five to seven nine a.m. to eight p.m. every …

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by Bushra Naqi The weightage of words, not the vocabulary Is the food for ardor and import. They fly long distance like an arrow from its scabbard, Feathery festive like …

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