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Marías at Sampaguitas
Jun 10, 20201 min read
Poetry by Samuel Strathman
Meditation is synesthesia,
aerate to the brain.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
Jun 10, 20201 min read
Poetry by Elliot DelSignore
If I had wanted to care for a child I would’ve
taken better care of myself.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
Jun 10, 20202 min read
Poetry by Sarah Loverock
Do not kill the spider,
I say. It has to die,
you say, as you crush it
with tissue paper
like it’s nothing more
than a smudge of sauce
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 30, 20202 min read
Poetry by Skyler Jaye
Haiwezi Kufikiwa
My pockets rattle with shilingi bob, change
from the kibanda where I bought
fresh mango juice and chapati.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 30, 20201 min read
Poetry by Skyler Jaye
I'd Kiss Your Friendship on the Mouth
There were nights we sang so loud
grief couldn’t hit our bones-
our faces masqueraded by dancing fir
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 30, 20201 min read
Poetry by Skyler Jaye
This Country Was a Genocide
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 30, 20201 min read
Poetry by Megan Griffith
Surviving the Midwest
You are not supposed to be here.
This frosted plain is uninhabitable
for all but the practical
the stoic
the strong.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 30, 20201 min read
Poetry by Megan Griffith
Little White Flowers In My Backyard on October 1st
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 30, 20201 min read
Poetry by Megan Griffith
I’m Angry, and I Never Know What to Do About That
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 29, 20202 min read
News: Anong Sabi Mo
Dear Readers,
Now is a heavy time.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 29, 20201 min read
Poetry by Megan Griffith
Need
Plants need soil and water and sunlight.
Except in third grade we grew lima beans in the window
in plastic baggies with only wet paper
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 29, 20201 min read
Poetry by Robert Beveridge
SENTIMENT
oh, that the birds
would not fly south for the winter,
that we were in Capistrano
or at least Barbados.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 29, 20201 min read
Poetry by Robert Beveridge
NIGHT SKY
I saw Orion
the Hunter and he bled
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 28, 20202 min read
Poetry by Ann Maria Anil
Tattooing My Silence
If my mind had a voice of its
own
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 28, 20202 min read
Poetry by Juliette Sebock
A letter to my ideal self
You, girl, have got it all figured out.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 28, 20201 min read
Poetry by Juliette Sebock
Breaking point
In a moment of anger at the world,
disbelief that the universe has more still
to throw our way, I slam my palms
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 26, 20202 min read
Review by Vanessa Maki
‘The Great Northern Journey’ Review
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 25, 20201 min read
Poetry by Charles K. Carter
Wind
Heed the power and the warning of the mother winds.
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Marías at Sampaguitas
May 25, 20201 min read
Poetry by Anannya Uberoi
/ˈkɒndɪfluːɪɑ/
noun: condifluoia; plural noun: condifluoia
1. the specific scent of tea leaves in
boiling water
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