by SOPHIA DU
In the dawn of the fall season, my family and I set our offspring free to nestle in the dirt. Our seeds slept in pine cones; the heat of a fire would allow the cones to dry out, open up, and release the seeds.
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I came back from the war a changed man / Many say that / And it’s not an uncommon story; I am not the only one.
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It is I,
who curses the wind as
it whisks away their leaves
to distant unknowns.
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I didn’t tell her my name because Mom told me not to tell them to strangers, but I did say I was lost.
Read Moreby VICTORIA WOO
Politicians at a playground bounce like toddlers
on creaking seesaws, swing like children
on tire swings, laugh like babies
without a care in the world
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He twisted and weaved the boy’s fate until he was satisfied, then tied the string to the book and watched it fly off into the darkness.
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she desires freedom
from the ones she gave freedom to;
she dreams of bliss
but she is battered
Read MoreCONTENT WARNING: mentions of an eating disorder and body image
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