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Don't Quit Your Daydream: Juggling Careers & Ambitions by Yena Sharma-Purmasir

Don't Quit Your Daydream: Juggling Careers & Ambitions by Yena Sharma-Purmasir


If you think about art, you think about what the artist needs. For me, it has always been a computer. I was ten years old when I got my first computer, a bulky HP silver-blue machine. In the sixth grade, we had to create our own poetry books and I drafted the entire thing on Microsoft Word. I printed out the sheets of paper and cut everything, little squares of poems. I glued them down on cardstock. I sewed the pages together.

That was thirteen years ago. I don’t print my poems out anymore. I type up a poem. If I...


As Brief as Breath: The Power Of Short Poems by Michelle K.

As Brief as Breath: The Power Of Short Poems by Michelle K.


If I had a dollar for every message about “is there any more to this poem? Is it really only four lines?” I’d probably be a millionaire. Well, perhaps not a millionaire, but I’d easily have over a hundred dollars.

I’ve long envied the beautiful tapestry that some poets weave: the lengthy words, the seamless lines, finished with thick knots of perfectly placed punctuation. Some writers just write sexy. I stare in awe at their multi-page prose.

Then, I return to my style. While it’s changed over the past decade or so, I’ve come to find my sweet spot in the short...


The Lie of the Tortured Artist

The Lie of the Tortured Artist


by Ashe Vernon

For the last ten years of my life, depression has shaped everything I’ve done. It has affected my relationships, my self-worth, my ability to function. There have been good days. Hell, there have even been good years, but it has never gone away. Depression has become the monster who doesn’t always hide under the bed anymore, but sometimes climbs on top of it and sits on my chest and dares me to get up in the mornings. Sometimes, he sits at the kitchen table and pours salt into my coffee cup.

A good day,...


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On Reclaiming Culture with Poetry

On Reclaiming Culture with Poetry

by Fortesa Latifi

There are friends I have had for 10 years who still can’t say my name right. It’s the e sound that gets them. It’s not quite ’eh’ and it’s not quite ’ay’ but somewhere in the middle. In a linguistics class my freshman year of college, I learned that every human is born with the innate ability to learn any language, but as time passes and they learn one language and use only certain sounds, the rest of the sounds fade away until they physically aren’t able to say them anymore.

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