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Sira
“I poured my back into the solid wood and floated. I let the water stain my face. Let a wave engulf me on this bitter board of wood, let my elbows sink into the ocean that you loved so much.”
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All crows are murdered when the sun goes down
A laptop, a screen door, a sunset, and everything that is.
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It Was Not a Conversation With Naftali Bennett
Thick clouds choke the sky above McCosh Hall. A few students emerge from behind the large wooden double doors. They stop in front of the door and gaze out at the crowd of protestors gathering behind a large white fence. “Shame!” the crowd chants, directing their ire at the event about to begin in the…
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A Gentle Thing
“The couple on the sidewalk embrace, face to face, covered in dusk. They stand so close together that the falling sun leaves the shadow of just one person on the concrete.”
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On the Steelers and making this place beautiful
The last time the Steelers won a playoff game was the first Trump Administration. Nothing’s changed. Everything has.
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It’s More than that Damn Phone
If the discontent people online have is due to some sense of displacement, then maybe this is what the Modernists were talking about.