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A Manhattan Tide

A spectrum ranging from bizarre to absurd

A pinch of perverse excitement

to a legion of greed with violent undertone

A trifle of coerced romance

leads to suspicions of provoked, but nostalgic liaisons

Epidemic insomnia

under a requiem of painted faces

pleased by feverish adventure for the macabre

garnished with widespread harmony and

plagued by ignorance-bliss

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Halloween Traditions

Illustration by Taverner Scholar

There’s a full moon tonight, and the air is cool and crisp.

Bright, colorful, dried up leaves crunch under little feet.

Jack-o-lanterns glow with happy and scary faces lighting up the dark paths. There is laughter and squeals all around as children, dressed in their costumes, gather together to collect small pieces of sweets from each spooky house.

Hours pass as the candy overflows.

 

 

 

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Love Story

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

Just a boy who loves a girl.
Or a boy who loves a boy.
Maybe a girl who loves a girl.
Either way, it’s a love story.
Two souls unite as one.
Through the good and the bad.
Until death do they both part.
A love story is just loving someone else wholeheartedly.
No matter what gender, religion, ethnicity.
Just love. Forever and always.

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Molted Cat Coats

Illustration by Sam Beck

We have two cats

and they molt their fur

wherever they walk.

If we gathered it all

we could stitch a cat coat.

Molted Cat Coats

These coats

might become all the rage

named after the breed:

The Tabby

The Siamese

Or maybe after the cat:

The Isabelle

The Chester

To get the business started

what we really need

is a reclusive cat hoarder.

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The Empty

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

A blank page.

That’s the scariest thing.

The need to fill the space.

The compulsion to make it less…

Empty.

Because the empty can swallow you

The empty will eat you alive

The empty speaks of forgetting

The empty speaks of things to do

Of the lost and the unfinished.

That’s why the empty scares us.

More than anything.

That is why

The empty.

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