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🧡 A place for curiosity, joy and the bittersweetness of life with the mission to keep wonder alive and kicking. // Est. 2022 // Subs CLOSED 💜
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“Hope hope hope 
for a free Falastin.”

Couldn’t have finished off the season with a better message 🍉🕊️

Thank you warmly, our dearest contributors 🧡

Read the new poem by Nitika Balaram, now published on our webzine 😊

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Quote:‏‏ Pick pick pick me! Turn off my people-pleasing pleas, dig dig dig deep for nourishment  within my own mind for a morsel of hope hope hope  for a peaceful planet. Hud Hud of Hope, by Nitika Balaram
September 19, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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Read 2 new #poems by Brian Ji, A Slow Decline & Tripping the Sky, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #literarymagazine
Quote:‏‏ And still, the land moves forward—  not with collapse, but erosion A Slow Decline, by Brian Ji
September 16, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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Read a flash #personalessay by Haley Young, now published on our webzine 😊

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#litmag #travelpiece #nonfiction #vanlife
Quote: I’ve learned traveling full time means leaving parts of myself all over the country. I scatter them to the wind and road and subway; I give pieces to new cities, offer bites to strangers in coffee shops, bury thoughts on public land, tuck them beneath park benches. I leave drips of tahini on New York sidewalks and footprints on Outer Banks sand and tiny heartstrings everywhere Sean has held my hand. Diary of an adventurous homebody, by Haley Young
September 12, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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Read a new #poem by @hibahshabkhez.bsky.social Shabkhez, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #literarymagazine
Quote:‏‏ I speak of red roses called by other names
To you, who do not yet know this one. I sing
Of suns xanthic, amarillo, jaune, before
You even know yellow; find you poems and games
That spin out sentences like candy-floss Talking To a Baby, by Hibah Shabkhez
September 9, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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Read the new #prose piece which is also a music review by Easter Mukora, now published on our webzine 😊

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#literarymagazine #music #writing
Quote: it’s so late into the night that it’s morning and i am better off waking up than sleeping. so i am writing. free dreams about dunya, by Easter Mukora
September 5, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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Read a new #poem by Irina Vérène, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #literarymag
Quote:‏‏ meet me
under the celestial croissant
with its ridged crispy dough
and cream-colored insides
dreamy craters
perfect for scooping up space breakfast in the sky, by Irina Vérène
September 2, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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Read the new #nonfiction piece about exploring Gouda's charm and unmasking history's wounds by @gillywater.substack.com, now published on our webzine 😊

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#writers #literarymagazine #travel
Quote: But this time, we’re not tourists; we’re immigrants. Say Cheese, by Gillian Fletcher
August 29, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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Read a #newpoem by Wing Yau, now published on our webzine 😊

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#literarymagazine #poetry
Quote:‏‏ One day you’ll wake up
when the black threads of your sewn heart
entangled like chained demisemiquavers
in an epic theme song.
Up in the sky you’ll sing:
“Happiness is not too high
when it’s upside down
like rain.” The Doraemon Theme Song (Backmasking), by Wing Yau
August 26, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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Read a new #poem by Nitika Balaram, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #literarymagazine
Quote:‏‏ Yesterday in my Arabic class I learnt how to say En-naes betmoot fi kol makaen  Ana za3laena wa alby beyo3ga3ni People are dying everywhere I’m sad and my heart hurts Broken Hearts and Cages, by Nitika Balaram
August 22, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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Read a new #poem by Cally Lim, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #litmag
Quote:‏‏ It is not your fault, my child, but I have a confession: This whole thing is increasingly an irrition on us both. Inner Child Work, by Cally Lim
August 19, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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A new #poem by @8cakey.bsky.social is now live on our webzine 😊

Read more here 👉 theamazine.com/2025/08/16/w...

#literarymag #poets #poetry
washed out disturbingly, starlight is displaced by city neon brightness in colour codes that dim our senses our wonder at the night sky. i took my earliest memories indoors to be kept alive with foster and nurture so that i would never lose sight of myself by Geoffrey Aitken
August 16, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Read the rest of the #newpoem by Josh Young, now published on our webzine 😊

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#litmag #poetry
Quote:‏‏ The bacon and hashbrowns sizzled. The dishes and forks in the sink bickered with each other as they were carelessly dropped in a soapy bath. The fluorescent lights pummeled my eyes in sharp contrast to the outside where rain drizzled in the dreary night. The Diner, by Josh Young
August 14, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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Read 3 new #poems, I Sit With Him By The Water, Pet & 29, by @riversnowdrop.bsky.social, now published on our webzine 😊

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#litzine #poetry
Quote:‏‏ i am twenty-nine  and sewing a fresh lining, buying flowers for the living room table i am twenty-nine winding the soft cable of my body into fluid contortions, all forms available my altered shape born 29, by River Snowdrop
August 12, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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Read the new #nonfiction piece by Charlotte Deason Robillard, now published on our webzine 😊

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#literarymagazine #writers
Quote: Some time last year I started making morning coffee shop trips a priority again. Three of my pottery friends and I started meeting on Fridays at a cafe in my neighborhood, and I started stopping for coffee on my way into work two days a week. I found that on the nights I knew I was going out for coffee the next day, I was excited to wake up in the morning. I put more thought into pulling together a good outfit, and it was easier to get out of bed and dressed when I knew the day would start with gentle, friendly exchanges that reminded me of the tenderness humans show towards each other even when they have no strong ties, no obligation. On Getting Dressed and Getting Coffee, by Charlotte Deason Robillard
August 9, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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A new #poem by Ollie Shane is now live on our webzine 😊

Find out more here 👉 theamazine.com/2025/08/07/i...

#litmag #poems #poets
Quote:‏‏ i should write a poem about pretending to be a british fighter pilot during the battle of britain but i can’t My young self wants to fly in the skies To leave her sunday school’s lip service behind Chasing rudel and the others who will later launder their career Far above her ancestors manufacturing weapons She will forget in the gossamer haze of imagining, & never for a moment ask why Recess time ends & the pilot runs away Winging above for friendlier skies  by Ollie Shane
August 7, 2025 at 1:53 PM
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Read the rest of the #newpoem by @anoldwriter.bsky.social, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poems #poetry #literarymagazine
Quote:‏‏ The last time we spoke
his voice was thinner as if
it knew the end was approaching,
when it would be forever silenced
even if he had no idea it was happening. There were so many things, people,
places around him that now
simply escaped him, memories written
on the chalkboard of his mind
easily and quickly erased. The Last Time, by Louis Faber
August 5, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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Read a new #story by P. A. Farrell, now published on our webzine 😊

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#fiction #litmag #writers
Quote: Stopping at the first step, I pin an imaginary medal on myself for making it this far. The staircase is empty. Not a person around who might wring out some small bit of kindness to help me. The walker waits like a babe to be pulled up behind me. I hate it and what it signifies about me and what I’ve lost. But the aluminum babe and I make it this time. I look up in tired expectation, and an apparition stands before me. Dressed in clothing that long ago lost its style, a jacket that is more robe than a suit jacket, he is a caricature out of a Dickens tale.  Courtesy Never Dies, by P. A. Farrell
August 2, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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Read 2 beautiful new #poems, Heart Kintsugi & Siren Song, by Stacie Eirich, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #litzine
Quote:‏‏ It beckons with promise  with something  bittersweet, something  that could break my heart.   And yet, maybe  it could be mended  too, made gold  and glistening  at the broken places, made fresh  and new by cool waters, made whole  by the small moments, by making  the choice to rise and try again. Heart Kintsugi, by Stacie Eirich
July 31, 2025 at 4:19 PM
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Read a new #poem by Chris Wardle (Hamza), now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #poets #litmag
Quote:‏‏ misty thunderstorm remnants
lift reality’s fading vision
of a whole field moving
obscured, yearning
learning to dance, entranced
by this one evening’s mystical turning. Entrancing a New Season, by Chris Wardle
July 29, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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Read the new #nonfiction piece by Pran Phucharoenyos, now published on our webzine 😊

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#literarymagazine #travelscenes
Quote: The pre-sunrise bird is forcing and gorging itself on some skinny, soft worm as I pull out of Montgomery Lane. Cheaper unleaded gas loaded and done after shoving down a cheeseburger I picked the lettuce out of, I climb back into the car and find myself on the freeway in ten minutes, “Leaving Las Vegas” spelled out by the shoulder in twenty. Passing about eighty Silverados, we head to the flaring scorch of Death Valley, 46000 acres of government-designated wilderness. The state issued a notice this morning to “travel prepared to survive,” though I refuse to process and head West anyway. To the right, there’s a blue desert that kisses an even bluer sky. Concord Purple on the Sunrise, by Pran Phucharoenyos
July 26, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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Read a new #poem by Emma-Jane Peterson, now published on our webzine 😊

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#literarymagazine #poetry
Quote:‏‏ Your footprints melt away in tide-washed sand. Enough of you remains to follow to the crevice where you shrink, your mind confronting fear. Adrenaline holds the reins, your flesh runs hot, makes awkward moves outside your will, until quiet drifts by to offer peace. Firm Footing, by Emma-Jane Peterson
July 24, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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Read 2 new #poems, approaching seventy & the way fathers work, by @kellygwilson.bsky.social, now published on our webzine 😊

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#literarymag #poetry #poets
Quote:‏‏ fathers stitch patterns into our lives so tightly that the distance between us and what has been written upon us disappears like the folds in samurai steel leaving a perfect gleaming blade that cuts through our lives so cleanly that our head slips off to one side and our heart drops from our chest  in a bloody plop before we even realize  the blade has cut the way fathers work, by Kelly G. Wilson
July 22, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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Read a #newpoem by Riley Shin, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #literarymagazine
Quote:‏‏ Winter mornings take a dismal form.
Except for today, when I roll over to face
How the Sun too wonderfully warm
Not to sit and savor his gentle embrace. So today, I do nothing. The Day I Did Nothing, by Riley Shin
July 19, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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Reed the new #nonfiction piece by Natalie Hunter, now published on our webzine 😊

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#litmag #writers #litzine
Quote: Picture me now, at forty, and I have not entirely combed through this twisted knot of cognitive dissonance.  Some days I feel beautiful and some days I feel like somebody’s middle-aged mother. Most of the time, however, I feel the wisdom in my bones that it doesn’t fucking matter. When it does matter, I don’t feel ugly, just invisible. My unhelpful friend, Mr. Internalised Objectification says, “That’s what you become as a woman, when you age … invisible, no longer relevant.” My higher-functioning-Germain-Greer-reading-feminist-consciousness disagrees. Then I look outside myself, and see that the world too, cannot seem to agree on this point either. I Could Be Modern Art, by Natalie Hunter
July 17, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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Read a new #poem by Jeffrey Zable, now published on our webzine 😊

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#poetry #litmag #writers
Quote:‏‏ Upon awakening, I had this hopeless feeling that nothing mattered—
mainly, that my life didn’t matter! I have awakened with this feeling many times before and have just
made myself push through it—especially when I was working or had
something important to take care of. Other times, I’ve just stayed in bed and allowed the feelings
to consume me, which could do so for several hours before
I was able to get up and carry on. Fortunately, this time, my wife—who was already up—
came into the bedroom and said, “I’m running late. . .
will you drive me to work?” This Morning, by Jeffrey Zable
July 15, 2025 at 1:54 PM