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essays, poetry, and stories about change, relationships, and the volatility of memory.

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Featured Writing

“Death is becoming overwhelming, culturally and environmentally, the only thing that is concrete, leaving life nothing but a trace.”

“I’ve locked myself inside, swallowed the key
for safekeeping, but there is no door.”

“And I’m the only one who will even attempt to pick up the pieces, to try and put them back together with my dollar store scotch tape..”