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Marías at SampaguitasAug 11, 20202 minProse by Khushee Dogra My thoughts are transient but the feeling…it is perpetual. When I say perpetual, I mean like the screams outside my door.
Marías at SampaguitasJan 28, 20203 minProse by Emily CraigAnger Consumed Me A True Emotion by Emily Craig New Year’s has came and went, now I sit here and ponder what all has changed in a year...
Marías at SampaguitasNov 17, 20192 minProse by April Frances FedericoI Don’t Need a Psych Degree to Know Third grade was the first time that anyone has called me weird, even to my face. They always assumed...
Marías at SampaguitasSep 8, 20192 minProse by RajshriEvanescence// Presences. you lay there. mountains surround you. clouds fill up the skies. you’re drowning under the last few rays of the...
Marías at SampaguitasAug 8, 20194 minIt takes a special teacher by April Frances FedericoI remember on the last day of fifth grade, Mrs. Lowerre read to my class, a picture book by Patricia Polacco titled Thank you, Mr....
Marías at SampaguitasMay 19, 20192 minProse by Stuart BuckGhost Dendrophylax lindenii The Ghost Orchid is a perennial epiphyte of the orchid family. Other names include the palm-polly and the...
Marías at SampaguitasApr 22, 20193 minProse by Sean HoganSortition When you’re struggling with a binary decision, toss a coin: When the coin is in the air, maybe you’ll hope for an outcome. When...
Marías at SampaguitasApr 22, 20195 minProse by Roxanne Limanti//oxidants Growing up in a broken home means that everything can change in an instant. I got used to dissociating at will, adapting...
Marías at SampaguitasApr 2, 20191 minProse by David HanlonStone carving (Including lyrics from Portishead’s ‘Strangers’) My sea-bed: unkempt blankets, throws weave into one another: kelp strips,...