Song of an Urban Coyote
/…under an obsolete ledge
Emerges a tawny coyote
Embarking her crepuscular venture
Out to hunt not merely for…
By Shih-Fang Wang
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Fading Light
/…stand trapped between the person I once was, and the person I am to become. I hold on tightly, as she slowly fades, soon to vanish entirely. I cherish every last bit that remains, already mourning her…
By Tracey Koehler
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/…my every being into semantics.
All in all, after all, we are components of language and motion.
The mind is the driver, the heart is the fuel,
and with one last glance, I spill out my…
By Mitchell Worden
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