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Here, you will find works uncovering and confronting a wide range of personal and shared experiences. Some through an analytical lens and others through emotional, each piece is rooted in healing matters of the heart. Sharing our experiences captures the essence of what it means to be human, and by exploring these we are able to find understanding and connections that remind us of the power in being both different, and the same.

The Pleasure of Grieving

6/22/2023

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My grief had a growth spurt.

This past week sucked me into the hole of a feeling that I never seem to shake. It dies only to be reborn and announces itself with the itch of a burn beginning to heal. This grief feels like ice forming around a fire, it sounds like snow falling on water. The collision is seamless, the encasement suffocating. I am unsure where its roots are buried in my body, and my vision blurs each time I try and pick it out from past, present, and future line-ups. There are moments when it grabs me from behind and I learn it is a ghost that is urging to haunt, but then there are seconds when it slaps me across the face and I am acutely aware of its present grip.

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Can a Woman Hate Me Like a Man?

6/15/2023

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Misogyny is romantic.

It is the pillars we placed upon the platform of loving relationships. There has not been a time when women were seen as the ground necessary for others to stand. Pretty, decorative towers that hold up no ceiling, are stuck atop a cement floor that prevents straying. Stopping these untethered minds from being swept away in unpredictable fancies and hysterias. To be approached, pursued, and taken is an honor which a woman must remain grateful. Someone has seen past your inability to successfully function independently- or not- and chosen to take you despite it. How thankful we must be. How humbling to realize it is unlikely any other would offer you the same kindness- pity, even.

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