Literary
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On the Eve of Negotiations
Dr. Donald Guy Generals overlooks Spring Garden Street from the marble penetralium of his office in the Mint Building. He is a man of power, a man of discipline, a man who does not cave, undaunted by faculty protests, untouched by student unrest, unfazed by the rising demands not only from the bargaining table but beckoning from City Hall.
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The Idea of Hajile
As she picked her wounds, she thought about him touching her, smiling at her, speaking softly to her. Gently. He was a gentleman, a gentle man – such a rare commodity. One she hadn’t known very much at all. She thought about the abrasiveness that male hands could possess, the vitriolic forms that those hands can take shape as. How…
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Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle,” A Classic You Haven’t Read
Take a journey back to the early 20th century when socialism was just a spark in the United States. Huge companies controlled the elections by paying people to vote for their candidate. The guiltiest of these companies had to be the ones based in Packingtown, a stockyard in Chicago.
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Ashton Arellano poetry
I would live on the moon, except I think I’d miss the moonlight, The way you pull my oceans into restless tides, How you soften my edges with your moonlit touch, I would miss the way the light bends across distance To reach me, span me, light me
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Paulina Reyes poetry
Rotting oranges and dates scatter along the dirt, tart, and rotting, flies waspy Orange blossoms full bloom Your eyes A honey dripping sweet molasses.
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Confessions in NA
“Hello. My name is Nea, and I’m an addict.” “Hello Nea,” they said in unison. “So, I used to drink and get high to feel better because I felt like shit because I felt like I ruined my life – which I hadn’t had much faith in regardless
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Allison Miller
a hairbrush muddled with dust, oil, resting beside a myriad of products; oils, creams, gels, mousse, hairspray. ‘hair is everything’, someone probably says somewhere, addressing a primarily woman audience. a tedious and thorough routine of soaking, oiling, sectioning, raking, detangling. brushing, combing, brushing, combing. she recalls conversations with her ex partners
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Ava Hampton poetry
Pressurized Like diamonds in liquid earth. My shapeless being Forms impossible claws From impossible hands
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Duality, Prose by Kalli Rivera
a focus on whatever energy holds me the most at the moment. it is prayer, it is subjective, it is objective, it is silly and all but serious. it is a girl’s mindscape and the whole world all at once. don’t take things too seriously. it is only words, after all. thank you for reading. kalli rivera
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Poetry by Savannah Outen
And baby birds must practice flapping Before they can begin to fly And for every attempt at success The person had to give failure a try
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