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What You Were
The first time your eyes clicked with mine I felt my walls being broken down, my worlds being torn apart, you were smart, but your smile was far from your frown. You were as cold as ice, and I thought I could be the fire, if only I had known the bridge burner also catches…
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Frosted Over
In my memory There are things I wish to forget, The silence of heartbreak The cold snares of pain And a voice so familiar All these my heart wishes to forget. They swim freely Like boats anchored at shore, My heart is but an easel A canvas born to express beauty But burnt in me…
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A Hopeless Romantic’s Love Letter To Pretty In Pink 40 Years Later
First of all, hi I’m Savannah and I’m still shamelessly waiting to fall in love in a way that feels like an eighties movie unrealistic, maybe but movies are where I learned that you can love in big ways sorta messy ways, big dramatic ways and still come out okay and John Hughes did that…
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March 2026 Issue 2 Volume 1
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The Unhappy Camper
One spring morning, Wren’s husband, Sawyer, suggested that the two of them should go on a camping trip. However, Wren was not thrilled about the idea; she preferred to spend her days indoors, and sleeping outside was not at all amusing to her. Sawyer went into their bedroom and packed everything in their dusty old…
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You Get Out What You Put In
I often joke with my local friends that planes from my hometown don’t fly to Montana. Without knowing the exact location of either, you are completely aware that’s just not true. In all the efforts I have put into maintaining relationships and visit when I can, the number of people who have flown this way…
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Whispers Of The Silence
The clock is silenced, The time isn’t, The pain is silenced, The memory isn’t. The thoughts are running wild Calling like a whimpering child, The tattered clothes are lying piled On a corner of the floor tiled. Messy hair, shattered glass, Bruises blue, numerous clues, Broken ribs, fractured hand, And blackened lips glued. Framed picture…
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Luna Nova
I sit above the bothersome grass that pokes in every direction Plates keep loading on top of my head Like I’m a gym rack that’s not to be used And as I gaze up into the vortex that has been swallowed by the luna nova, I think that even after I’ve been crushed by this…
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Why Can’t We All Stop Thinking About Heated Rivalry?
“I’m coming to the cottage!” It’s only been two months since Heated Rivalry premiered, but it has taken over the whole world in a way that no one ever expected. The series, originally made to stream only on Crave in Canada, was picked up by HBO Max in the US and various other countries a…
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This Is Your Sign To Put Yourself First
Have you ever loved someone so deeply that no matter what they do, you can’t stop loving them? Whether your spouse, kids, parents, siblings, etcetera, you forgive and forget… and forgive and forget… and forgive and forget. It becomes an ongoing cycle, all the while you’re suppressing how they’ve made you feel just to keep…
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Chosen Family
We were sitting at happy hour, half laughing and half wrestling with heavy topics, when the conversation landed on the idea of friends being family. One of our friends suddenly said, “Even though we say it, we all know friends aren’t really family.” I couldn’t agree less. Would you be surprised to hear that I…
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A Constellation Of My Own Making
I think I forgot something important—I forgot who I was. This morning, I poured a cup of sage tea and watched the golden sunrise spill across the sky. A drop of my essence returned to me. Somewhere, lost in the threads of time, I had left myself behind. But little by little, I gathered fragments…
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