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In The Cards
One of the most taboo hobbies I’ve dabbled in was tarot cards. The seemingly harmless card deck has been frowned upon due to its fortune-telling properties and occultist imagery. I am not an avid reader even though I do have my own deck, but I use it for a reason. A friend introduced me to…
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November 2026 Issue 10 Volume 1
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Mentally
Mentally I am digging through a grave Looking for remains Of a person who decayed Decades of decent years ago. I dig through this grave That I shall later lay on My head is misted, so I erase the thought And let shovel and nails dig through for even a skeleton. Mentally I am dragging…
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The “What If?” Game
I love games. Any type of game, I’m down to play. You want to play UNO? Sure! Sign me up and prepare for tables to possibly be flipped over after I hit you with the combo I like to call “reverse, skip, and pick up four…loser! “And, yes, I am dabbing after I eloquently say…
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Dreams
When you wake on the morn, Find me woven in your day. I’m the one on my knees praying to God, For welfare every day. I’m that whisper in your head, Urging you not to give up, Cause quitting is never an option for a winner. That sudden strength you feel when doubts arise, It…
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The Nanny’s Secret
Nora has been taking care of things in a Hlophe household for a decade long. They now trust her with almost everything in the house. She cooked, cleaned, and took care of two siblings in the house, Nancy, 12, and Lucky, 10 years old. Mr. and Mrs. Hlophe usually travel for work at least twice…
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The Little Things
My writing is a huge part of my life, so sometimes I can forget about what I call the little things, getting caught up in the latest story, article, or book that I’m working on at the time can consume my mind, leading to me only thinking about writing. I don’t know how many other…
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Unapologetically Alive
TRIGGER WARNING: This piece includes descriptions of physical violence within a domestic relationship, including emotional abuse and other narcissistic tactics. I have a confession to make: I’ve been free of abuse for nearly a decade. It’s been nine years, to be exact. I have not had to fear for my life for quite a long…
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Love Letter To Blue Nail Polish
💙 I think I have loved blue since I was three or four, before I knew a color could remember things for me. A tiny bottle of Bon Bons, sparkling royal blue, one of three metallics, red, green, and you. I fidgeted while my mom painted my little toes, and she laughed that the color…
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Farewell
I should not say farewell,For saying farewell would seem,Like departing and never returning.So, darlings, when you see this boat roll away,It’s not time yet to mourn.So, mourn not; hold back your tears.It’s an assurance that our paths,Will cross again somehow, someday.Perhaps at this shore,Where you see this boat roll away,Or somewhere, unfortunately, on foreign soil.Or…
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Life On The Road
Life on the road isn’t just about miles and deadlines. It’s about building a life in a very small space. Every morning, before the sun crested the horizon, I had a rhythm. I took the pups Dixie and Dolly out, washed up, checked the load, planned the route, and got rolling. That rhythm gave each…
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What We Eat And What Eats Us
What we eat takes up a huge amount of space in our lives. There are magazines, cookbooks, television shows, and self-help programs dedicated to helping us manage the intake, quantity, and quality of the food we eat. What we eat can be easy to work with. Food is physical. Our five senses help us connect…
