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My Fantasy Self
By Thea Angelica Angeles September 4, 2025 She glows— Draped in threads of Silk tulle kissed by pastel Dreams. Eyes of pearls beam in splendor— Ethereal.
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Kuto
By Thea Angelica Angeles September 4, 2025 Killing my sunny vibes like a pesky pimple Unwelcome itches in a dance of pain Tiny tyrants, you drive me insane! O bloodsucking killjoys— leave my crown in peace!
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Take Me Back to Paseo del Mar
By Thea Angelica Angeles Photo by Wowzamboangacity I hear the tide’s hymn whispering prayers of peace— to lovers who stroll beneath palms twirling softly with vinta sails that kiss the sun.
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Is The Water Breathing?
By Ethan Bienick Published Oct 13, 2025 Photo by Ethan Bienick I Today marks the one year anniversary of the death of my Biology teacher. Or should I say, disappearance. Nobody knows where she had gone, the last anyone saw of her was at a beach down in South Carolina. I had not remembered the name, although it did not matter. The last anybody had seen of her was when she exited the hotel late at night. Only to end up never returning. Authorities searched, but there was no evidence or witnesses. As far as anyone knew, she was dead and her body was now missing. Gone without a trace,…
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Wonderland of Blossom Reverie
By Thea Angelica Angeles Photo by Wowzamboangacity 02/14/2011 Deep in the heart of Asia’s Latin City, A treasure trove of blossoms reposed in grace— In a winding maze weaved with fragrant symphony, Her legacy echoes through each bloom we keep. Orchids cascade in lilac glory, Bougainvilleas blaze in passion’s fire; The hums of santans whisper songs of youth, Gumamelas ignite in crimsons and golds. Yellow bells chime in endless joy, Gardenias glimmer with petals of pearls— Sampaguitas as diadems of humble pride, Roses blush softly in speckled dreams. Amid this floral wonderland the butterflies waltz— A living rainbow taking flight, Like children playing beneath the morning sun. At the heart…
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The Infinity Stair
By Ethan Bienick Photo by: Microsoft media library 07/23/2005 The sun began setting, shining its light through the public library’s window. Filling the nearly empty room, with a slowly fading light as Erin ran her finger along the hardcover spines of the library’s books. After scanning the shelves with her eyes she managed to pull out one. The book was smaller than the others with a bright green cover telling of the “Infinity Stairs”. Erin read the story intently, amazed at all the information included within the pages. She had heard the story of these stairs from a variety of sources, with most stemming from stories she had heard…
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Bloody Granite
By Jess Sentgeorge Photo by Anna Shevchuk Soft raindrops pelted down on the freshly upturned soil below a marbled headstone where “James Cranshaw, Loving Father and Husband” was inscribed. The undertaker, swathed in black, adjusted the lapels on his achromatic dark wool coat. He was an older gentleman, well into his fifties, with flecks of silver starting to appear in his immaculate slide rule moustache. His mirthless, coal black eyes roved over the cemetery. After thirty-seven years, the eerie aura of the boneyard had lost much of its luster. The metallic tang of stone in the air coupled with the clean detoxifying scent of rain was permeated by the pungent…
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Beautiful Eyes
by Thea Angelica Angeles Photo by Thea Angelica Angeles A pillar of joy, you truly are With eyes that twinkle like beautiful stars You smile like an angel With a laugh as sweet as honeysuckle. The way you look at me Yes, that delicately radiant beam Alas! My beating heart! Lively jumping like a wee little bunny! The way you kiss me With those luscious soft lips O, my happy heart! May this stay endlessly! You motivate me even more With feelings stronger than before O, how you brighten up my days Like planets shining in outer space. You with those beautiful eyes, What bliss you bring to me! O,…
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Garden of Memories
By: Shane Houston Photo by: Unchalee Srirugsar Picking june-bugs off of roses Watering lilies by the dozen Spreading mulch in the heat of the day Watching a storm roll in – a thunder clap Rain to give the garden life Life began in a garden Bees circling overhead and the pollen is heavy The proud grandparents sit in the shade Married sixty years and had a family Three strong daughters and a tough son They loved with a love that brought so much joy You can see their happiness – you can hear it The whispers and laughs echo through the halls The fireplace that warmed many a soul The…
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Cliffs near Dieppe, 1882
By Aodhán Ridenour Photo of “Cliffs near Dieppe, 1882” by Claude Monet. Painted blisters, round and random,childlike or elderly—depending onperspective, or what you thinkyou know, or someone elsehas told you. Blues so smooth they make thepink look jagged, untouched sectionof the 64-pack, greens and grayssqueezed from a spectrumlike the Pillars of Creation. Humanity perverse, it’s not a surfaceto traverse; I wouldn’t want tolay out on that beach.Yet everybodyloves to gaze,talk, and stare. A scene of pastel painted blisters,woven, doubled,dectuple stacked;a knife slit skin revealsits melted crayon profiles. I hated you at first, thenI loved you, standing backa couple paces,lacking glasses. “It’s Impressionist,” they say, “so what is your impression?”Should I…
