When I told the editor in chief that I would write an article about my solo trip, I didn’t expect that I would come back with so many mixed feelings…
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Poetry Corner: December
my pockets are full of candy wrappers. to write is to feel. i unwrap the strawberry candy of my words and let it slowly melt on my tongue, the plastic…
Movie Review: Love Life (2022)
“I love love, and I love life. I love. I just love. It's just great. It's the most enduring element we have is love”. - Gary Busey Koji Fukada’s…
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Movie Review: Barbie
The Barbie movie is the film I never thought I would be this unbelievably hyped for, but in the weeks leading up to it, there was a tangible excitement growing…
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Soda bottle tulips
The smell of fresh coffee tickles my nose as I sit across of a much younger me. I smile at her, watching her eat the orange slices I cut up…
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Poetry Corner
[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself Behind the grazing fields of sound A new world of…
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Sex IS Perverted
Throughout my time in Unikum, I have been mocked by the rest of the editorial team for claiming that “sex is perverted”. This mockery hasn’t ended, and since I’m no…
I’m single and that’s not okay
In the far distance there is the obtuse buzzing of an alarm, but with your mind drifting in the realm of sleep, it shows reluctance to let go and embrace…
I’m single and that’s okay
There’s no empty space in this one-person bed and I sleep cosily on heaps of pillows. Maybe too many pillows. Am I trying to compensate for the lack of an…
Poem: Arguably the best feeling
oh, how when you kiss me it feels like the soft push of the keys on a piano. a gentle reminder of my favourite piece, a familiar touch…
Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM
I'm clutching the glass of water in my hands as if it's going to shatter if I only squeeze a little harder. His gaze drills holes through me, as if…
Poem: New Seasons
New Seasons The heart opens heavily It's like there is no muscle memory anymore Everything changed within The rain and the snow formed new seasons To live in, to…
Poem: [library science]
[library science] te scriu te citesc viața ta e o carte necunoscută ținută în lanțuri în sihăstrie o jumătate de sărut ca o dragoste incompletă aș fi vrut să…