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norwegian feline with woolly insulation winter devotee AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 19, 2025...

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for 10 seconds Serena Williams danced the Crypt walk at the Super Bowl and because of those ten seconds the world completely lost control In 2012 she also danced after her London tennis championship win yet the world's perception of that produced a negative spin how dare this Black woman dominate their sport? how dare this Black woman dance on their tennis court? resilience in our...

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On his way to the stream Leaves fluttered and dance with the breeze His flops screaming crisps sound Like it was being forced to step on dry leaves Naked except for a short and the abundant grieves Lying inside his empty bony stomach He got there slowly running out of believe Crouched on the sand and whispered all His deepest grievances, tears honouring...

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With resolve in my soul I went after the resilient whisker On the left side of my old chin He has been removed three times But he is back, to torment me. I could not believe he was here again already. I think t plucked him last Tuesday. This whisker’s visits are more frequent. Each time he arrives bigger and bolder. He was three...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti The lawless bandits or God-awful devils...

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Here on earth and in the universe, there are many natural cycles in the inanimate world. Day passes to night, then to day, then to night. The seasons come and go as they have always done. Rivers erode their landscapes to rejig their floodplain sinuosity. It rains, water evaporates into clouds, then it rains again. The sea erodes and restores the margin...

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Character is the breath of fresh air, the gentle insistence of places left behind, the test itself taken solo, without study aids or observers, just you—bare and unseen. It is the weight pulling down the earth, unmoved by winds or whims, an invisible force that supports all, severe and longstanding, without foreseen witness. ...

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A rose climbs high on lattice bare, Through morning's warmth and evening air Its tender vines reach ever wide, Yet thorns defend where petals hide. It braves the winds, it weathers rain, Through night's deep hush and daylight's strain. Each leaf a witness, each thorn a shield, Guarding the beauty it's yet to yield. Through seasons change and time's decay. Its colours...

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Every mundane moment hides a trap door, A song on the radio, a slammed screen door, The scent of jasmine floating on summer air— Each one a key unlocking memories I cannot bear. Coffee spills across the counter's white, And suddenly I'm back in that kitchen, that night, When everything familiar turned strange and wild, And safety shattered like a cup defiled. The...

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In the cozy, dark chamber of my womb , you fought hard to breathe, And we prayed. Your safe passage out into this beautiful world a huge concern, And your too-soon departure to an oblivion, our world’s dreaded fear. A room in the hospital became our home, a surreal place, Where hope intertwined with fear in every breath we...

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air rockets skyward uppercutting inside plastic neon flesh contorting at inhuman angles what does my body language spell? ankles anchored into the Earth to stay grounded as the wave of time and space crashes a flood of stagnant flux there is a symphony of bones snapping and cracking in twisted orchestrations the act of existing for me is a resilient demonstration...

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Written: April 6, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We dwell in the sanctuary of slumber. Where stars fade away, light may encumber. Oh, the comfort found in weak rays of light. Do they disappear quickly as a passing night?  Fireflies dance upon the summer's veil. As winter jar embraces...

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Gratitude for grace already received is a robust measure of generosity. Compassion scans for generosity's fullness felt within as incarnated without As dispassion predicts greed's anxious emptiness. Giving is physical and/or verbal while generosity is mental and nonverbal. Giving, like loving, hoping for a return of grace within your lifetime's future, does not share or stretch your gift of generosity. Giving, hoping to receive in equal measure, plus interest, plus loyalty, plus admiration for...

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I thought I had grasped it once, like the Arabian myrrh. Then it started fading like dew before the morning sun. Legends say that the musk of a deer dwells within its fur. Ignorant knowing or knowing ignorance is soul-spun. A tinge of infidelity is pleasantly blended. Though it provokes the spirit, its toxin brings dizziness. Our inquisitive questions, like childhood...

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Her silence was her silent grieve, A veil that few could ever perceive, But deep within, a fire burned, A fighter's spirit, undeterred and unturned. She was no weak soul, as they thought, A woman with courage, battle fought, Resilient, bold, and strong at heart, A woman king, who'd never depart. In her soul, a fire burning bright, She will rise from the ashes,...

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