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.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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 …
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…