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Zoic: au naturel

Maya Lewis
February 21, 2020

my hair is natural: my coffee-colored curls,  my crown, my pride and joy. in history, our curls weren’t acceptable. they were straightened,  damaged, burned off, to be “accepted”.   in...

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Zoic: Five Haikus About Writing Haikus

Anonymous
January 21, 2020

On the 5-7-5 syllabic structure of the haiku It can be hard to Find the exact sequence of Words that fit in it On the things which make a haiku a haiku, properly-so-called Haikus are supposed To...

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Zoic: to behold, to be held

Maya Lynn
January 16, 2020

you may be imperfect, impatient, insatiable, insistent entitled, persistent, but, o my love, let me ask you this: what are you more of than mine? mine to behold, mine to be held by...

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Zoic: A Series of Random Haikus About Life:

David Vu
December 3, 2019

Stressed out about school: Impossible tests And failing grades causes me To feel like nothing   Hanging out with friends: Laughing about stuff Being together makes me  Feel...

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Zoic: conditional love

Maya Lynn
November 22, 2019

teach me kindness, teach me love; try to touch it, keep me gloved. you wonder why i won’t look your way; you don’t deserve the light of day.   cut the rose before it blooms, strike...

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Zoic: muddled heart

Maya Lynn
November 12, 2019

you filled a void i didn’t know i had. i didn’t know i needed you so bad. i don’t even know what i want right now; to be friends? or into love, should i plow? perhaps whichever direction...

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Zoic: sentiment

anonymous
October 21, 2019

When we returned from exile, I arrived to receive Not restitution, no respects paid, nor recompense — O, but A mass gesture of dismissal, something cynical-naive Reform which rang, we're told, as...

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Zoic: her darling dove

Maya Lynn
October 17, 2019

born of righteous, proper love, raised to emerge as a dove. her truest self tucked down below, he hates her and he doesn’t know.   the blade plunged deeper into skin, she didn’t...

Zoic: A Glance in the Mirror

Zoic: A Glance in the Mirror

Miguel Alves
September 30, 2019

Mirror, Mirror, In my room: Who's this eerie Face of gloom? With empty eyes so sunken And a cruel, deceiving grin, He's the face of anarchy When my weaker side gives in. He whispers...

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Zoic: a murmured whisper

Maya Lynn
September 30, 2019

whisper to me how you love me, my dear. won’t you tell me how you care? tell me that you really want this, my love, that’s the only way that this is fair.   i ask only for a small...

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Zoic: Raccoon: A Series of Prose Poems

Miguel Alves
September 24, 2019

1: The First Night We Met The first night I met you, the cold winds were unforgiving. The trees danced, rapidly swaying back and forth to a violent beat outside my window. You approached me, cold and...

Zoic: mon être, c'est pas le mien

Zoic: mon être, c’est pas le mien

Maya Lynn
September 16, 2019

french mon être, maintenant, c’est pas le mien. dis-moi la raison pour laquelle tu viens. et dis-moi la raison pour laquelle je suis si conciliante avec les mots que tu dis. dis-moi la...

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