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Politics
A Crimson Republic
A girl walks home through a siren light.A child crouched in fear behind a desk.A mother’s scream—too young, unheard.The earth coughs black smoke from her chest. Young hands ink ballots with trembling rage,Their futures written, burned, erased.Truth was a spark—they snuffed it out,Left it choking in the smoke it made. A woman’s voice too fierce to crown,So we dressed hate in suits again.The ballot box became a tomb,For reasons buried deep within. The Carolinas pulse, Ohio’s fa
Lara P.
6 days ago1 min read
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The Swing That Never Stopped
The birds had long stopped singing their melodic songs as the clock struck midnight on a summer evening. Their chirping was replaced by a swing set's creaking. Thousands of bright diamond stars poked out of the sable sapphire sky. In this serene scene was a swing set facing away from the moon. The lunar glow allowed the swing set to have its own shadow, even in the midst of a tenebrous night. Lingering scents of earlier barbecues and bug spray continuously wafted with the dus
Hailey Joyce
1 day ago2 min read
The Swing That Never Stopped
The birds had long stopped singing their melodic songs as the clock struck midnight on a summer evening. Their chirping was replaced by a swing set's creaking. Thousands of bright diamond stars poked out of the sable sapphire sky. In this serene scene was a swing set facing away from the moon. The lunar glow allowed the swing set to have its own shadow, even in the midst of a tenebrous night. Lingering scents of earlier barbecues and bug spray continuously wafted with the dus
Hailey Joyce
1 day ago
Into the Wild & Transcendentalism
Into the Wild by John Krakauer follows the story of Chris McCandless, a young man whose actions have warranted fierce debate. Although many see him as a crazed, suicidal young man, Chris was a mentally and physically strong individual who was ill-prepared for the journey and did not adapt to the difficulty of survival. Chris McCandless was many things. Reckless, sure. Smart? Yes. But one thing he was not was unfit for the situation. Chris had honed his body for the hardships
August Mansfield
5 days ago
A Blue Heron Perched On A Log In Eagle Creek
A blue heron perched on a log in eagle creek sun beats down on brown wooden board walk the starlings sing as the heron stalks its prey Where do the good things go? When someone isn't there to see it. What does the Heron do, when it's not captured in film? When the creek dries up in 40 years did the Bird stand here at all?
Quill Feldhake
5 days ago
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