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  • Beauty, gjennom dine øyener
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    Beauty, gjennom dine øyener

    Vi  går I  skogen Og bladene hvisker stille Mosen  følger bekken mykt Som vi fulgte veiene du viste Vi ler om byga af innsjøen   Og se på anden svømme vekk Det etterlot et spor på vannet Og svømte inn i solnedgangen   “Do you think he knows” spurte du om meg Du visste ikke…

  • The Golden Haze
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    The Golden Haze

      In the golden haze of summer´s end, Where the sun dips low, a farewell friend, Whispers of change in the evening air, Paint the world with a subtle fare.   The emerald leaves, once bold and bright, Now blush with hints of autumn’s light, as the amber hues begin to creep, and the earth…

  • Wane – Dikt
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    Wane – Dikt

    Spirit rises above the pages unknown, Unexpected changes in life intervene, two suns in a face thru the words thrown, made my heart drum once in the scene.   Soon I forgot how my heart was torn, I immersed into an imaginary world, all is possible and all can be born, clashing into dreams in…

  • Poetry corner: November
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    Poetry corner: November

     by Babet Berning Winter is coming, Every year again. Sweaters on, Dresses off.   Winter is coming, Every year again. Days shorten, Sunlight decreases.   Winter is coming, Every year again. Thunderclouds forming, The canals freezing over.   Winter is coming, Every year again. Sleeping more, Sleeping late.   Winter is coming, Every year again,…

  • Poem corner: October
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    Poem corner: October

    THE KETTLE  – Evgeniia Kadyrova   the kettle is boiling on the cooker  and I’m sitting there    the sound literally deafens me  and I’m sitting    the sound penetrates every cell of my tired body  as I sit    the whistling of the kettle is already a part of me  as I sit   …

  • New issue: Halloween on a budget, Unikum tries Drag, Physical Exercise & Mental Health

    New issue: Halloween on a budget, Unikum tries Drag, Physical Exercise & Mental Health

    #LEADER: What Was I Made For  You may have taken a gander at the cover, and considering the month, undoubtedly this issue’s topic is Halloween. But World Mental Health Day is also coming up in October, and if you’ve gotten a keen eye, you may have noticed the detail our wonderful illustrator put in the…

  • Poetry corner: August
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    Poetry corner: August

    poetry becomes the most difficult thing     when you are clutching tears like secrets close to your chest, not letting a drop fall in case it shatters your world. “to speak or to die” – we keep the phrase engraved in our veins, yet speaking in poetry becomes difficult when you have died a hundred…

  • Poem: Arguably the best feeling

    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 to the heart. you make me flicker and flutter like a warm flame of a candlelight on a late october evening. a rosy blush appears…

  • Poem: [library science]

    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 îți scriu mai multe  să mă placi mai mult  dar, indiferent, rămân cu zâmbetul pe buze  acelea pe care nu le vei mai atinge   …

  • Play Pretend

    Play Pretend

    play pretend    and then i’ll see you at christmas  maybe one or two times in the summer  on the drives to beaches our friends wanna go to  and then we’ll have to   pretend  that we have definitely spoken for months  that you know what i have been up to living so far away from…

  • Poem: I need it to rain today

    Poem: I need it to rain today

    i need it to rain today  cry a little in solidarity with me  let it pour down in heavy tears  let me listen to the sound of your fears     i need it to rain today  so i can have these impurities  sticks and stones washed away     i need it to rain today  so…

  • Poem: My Tears Are Fireworks That Are Still Crying   

    Poem: My Tears Are Fireworks That Are Still Crying   

    I wake up in the hospital  I do not remember much, yet at the same time I remember everything  the chimera is a wound on my chest   a broken dream that is close to healing  as I prevent myself from peeling it  my eyes were made for crying  tears launch intensely from my eyes  while…