Recursive Existence

by: Suzy Schwabl a grain of sand a beach of infinite. burned together to be, Something. yet to see, there is, Nothing waves wash over infinitely blue they extend.  pushing harder overturn one another to be flat, and they are, Gone Not to disappear though– Nothing is still Something science  proves all things to stay,…

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Colors Of Quarantine

By Sol Rivera I have seen fear.  The purple worry that has seeped through everyone The wisteria six feet of which we stand apart from each other. The tyrian rampages of buying everything from the store.  I have seen anger.  The red outbursts caused from being inside with the same people for too long.  The…

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