Category: Berkeley
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Reasonable Doubt
By summer, they would bear heavy fruit. Red, ripe, and gleaming like truth finally unearthed. The neighbors would marvel and say the soil here must be special.
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Granite
Hands full of nothing, placed in their ever growing pile.
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A Kind of Mercy
Still, when he smiles at you the next day, for just a moment, your chest opens. The sun catches the glass of the kitchen window and turns everything gold. It doesn’t last, but it’s enough.
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Edat Cor
Lachesis, your Icarus has fallen But, Sisters, notice how the sea isn’t sullen He hasn’t reached for his wings, wax and strings of a toy For he’s found locus amoenus with this boy
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Dear Life,
I think I’m falling in love with you.
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Deciduous
Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
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The Fish Have No Feelings
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
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Dreamwalker speaks genesis
Before you were dust, you were the universe.
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As Angels Grow
I had tumbled and fought my way through a seemingly endless path, but I had somehow reached a dead end.
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BARS
I began to wonder if I had been relegated to live in complete and utter isolation from any and all genuine connection.
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alone together
Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light and the twilight shines pale again. the breathing next to me doesn’t cease. though, i guess mine doesn’t either. i suppose that’s what we call a win.
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Anatomy of a Flowerless Vase
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Alternating Realities
“What separates the reality in our minds from the reality outside ourselves? Is there really a difference?”
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Origami Leonard Cohen Cranes
I blinked and there she was. An old woman wrapped in layers of clothes, a crumpled paper doll with a conductor’s hat.
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Xoxo510: More than a Phone Case
Xoxo510 reminded us that movements don’t start with spotlights.
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keepsake
sun-kissed monarch landing on freckled nose.the gentle whisper of willow’s wind. what it would mean to resign down the ladder,and find my valuables untouched, which may be sadder. yet i hope, under all layers of dust,to find what i’ve forsaken for i thought i must. our soft, lazy bodies finding the other,skin and hands’ taut,…
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the singularity of love is the infinity of now
Edited by Alloe Mak, Oliver Francis Baker, and Annika Budhwani When I began to love her, I folded the crumpled chopstick wrappers that sat idle on our dinner table and crafted two paper rings. It was too early to tell her, but the words teased at the creases in my lips, daring me to say…
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Exhibition
Edited by Alloe Mak, Alyssa Zhang, and Sasha Rose Penwarden The start of the summer of my life is, ironically, brought to a steady intermission by the beginning of summer break. A few weeks ago, I was smoking a cigarette in a tree, dancing away my academic stresses and sobbing from all my self-imposed upsets…