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Synthesis
Monday, May 27, 1912 Laid my mother to (permanent) rest a night agoGazed along her coffinetching it into my retinas University begins in a few months timeLabor and strife will ease my consciousfor if not… Thursday, Aug. 08, 1912 Oxytocin. Prof. G— enlightened us of this freshly unearthed hormoneIndicative of affection and pleasureWhat else is…
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Dismissal
There I was, crouched like a cat with my palms to the concrete, trying to make out my reflection in the gray puddles since the pain was too searing to swallow. In my pocket I had four useless aspirin, one expired credit card, and five and a half nauseating cigarettes. And no water.
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Stomachache
I feel it in my whole body. My mouth no longer salivates for the food, instead mechanically clamping and releasing, willing my throat to swallow the soggy lump. My grandma eyes me. Finish your food.
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When Lady Liberty Turned Green
Her skin, once gleaming with coppery iridescence, is now riddled with new corrosion. Its sheen was replaced as years passed and She stood as an emblem of American pride, an ever-present reminder of what we hope to stand for. This change in Her skin makes Her no less alluring – Her green hue serves as…
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Ethanol
More sweetly than you ever have, the bottle of ethanol murmurs my name. Craven is surrender, yet all the more foolish it is to remain in this hell So I give in – Liquid sizzling as it denatures the secrets lodged in my esophagus The chemical scorching my putrefied abdomen, burning against my spine Every…
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Bleeding End of Lovers
When I gain consciousness,You’re slumped on the floor.Blood pouring,Face ashen,Lip curled in a slight smile. I cannot bear to face you,Knowing I drain your soulSlowly,Everyday.You say it’s what you need. Your blood is sweet,So intoxicating,You turn me into a monster,Overcome by desire.I desire you. I try to suppress myself,Ignore the inner turmoilThat constantly stirs me.I…
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TIFFening
Now I must confess, 2024 is the first year that I have ever truly attended TIFF.
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TIFF 2024: Through The Lens
Must see films and red carpet highlights.
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Hallucination
Bloodied white wings— I look like a medieval painting
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Girl Tree
Article coming soon…
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بيت (home)
We are forever tied together, wherever we are in this world.
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Supernatural
Photos by Joseph Priolo
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[Urdu]
He is almost gone, he does not tell anymore of the Partition
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Pond Stone Phantoms
When you and I first met, you sounded the vowels of my name out—I warned you that my limbs may vanish in the last sung ‘a.’
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I Don’t Know Exactly What A Prayer Is
By Sipora WestEdited by Ellena Lu and Alloe Mak I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. Mary Oliver’s verse reverberates in my mind as I cross my arms to protect against the biting Montreal chill. In front of me, a bed of white and red flowers covers the soil below which Bubbie and Zaide’s…
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Hold Hands For Grace
On nights when I’m especially tired or feel a cold breeze through my hair, I close my eyes and see those grey walls with my mother’s curtains and lost time through my eyelids.
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Lamentation for the Labyrinth
Disarmed, another year folds upon itself. Trains, planes, and automobiles—your virile body—delivered you as far as the earth reaches.
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Residual
The past didn’t haunt. It waited. And it stayed, long after everyone else had gone.