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Staring Into the Abyss by T.S. McNeil
History is littered with tragic artists. Sensitive souls pouring their heart out onto the canvas with little if any reward, other than the satisfaction of creating beauty where there was none. Names like Van Gough, who never sold one of his own paintings, despite working for his art dealer brother Theo for a time, ringing…
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“Not Your Time” and “In the Attic” by Maggie Nerz Iribarne
Not Your Time The light must be busted, I thought. My hands reached out into the deep emptiness, floor boards creaking with reluctant steps. Murmuring voices of my elderly parents and ticking clocks echoed from downstairs. The soft-footed soldiers of memory marched through my mind: my childhood bedroom, packing clothing and coffee pots for college,…
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365 Books in 365 Days – Episode 75 by Annie Walton Doyle
Chrysalis by Anna Metcalfe “She has a power over the people who find her; once you’ve known her, it’s hard to go back to a time before.” While there is always an attraction to a manic, frantic, crisis-led novel, Chrysalis instead unfolds in a still, calm, and even slow manner. This works to maintain an…
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The Wizard Of Barge – Dakota Cates by Jason Collins
Dakota Cates, who is otherwise known as “The Wizard Of Barge,” is an artist who loves to paint whimsical and fantastical illustrations and art pieces. Cates’ artwork is said to explore the inner fantasies that many of us have yet can not release due to mundane everyday life. Cates was born in Houston, Texas, where…
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Braving the Days: Blue by Jordannah Elizabeth
It is such that no one knows, all the ticking of seconds, hours passing as if the were three at a time; nine hours, twelve, the daughters if dawn and the orbed deities who exist beyond the veil of time and the cloak of destiny. I, a soul, like any other, has seen the rejuvenation…
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“SIBYL OF THE INNER CITY” by Lorraine Schein
She is her own inner circle, circling. She lives alone in a fifth-floor, walk-up cave. The other side of her door is inscribed with a pentacle, scratched into the metal frame with a knife. She slams the door and enters the loft, goes to the unmade bed, and throws her coat on it. Her bed…
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“In the Endless Perfection of Your Absence” by Sahar Khraibani
It is here, in this specific spot, across from this sky, here, where it all began. Monday, January 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM. Beirut, Lebanon. I have not written about the sea in a while. It has become increasingly harder to think about it, to imagine it, to smell it. I went around telling…
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