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She, the Night Flame, by Ruşen
Our souls had fallen for one another in a language that over time grew into silence.

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 261 min read


Thyrsus' Echoes, by Emilio Leija
Sand being poured as wine bathes soul in awe
The hearts feed Dionysus' ballroom hearth

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 261 min read


Selected Poems by Keisya Cleine
Dear mulberry tree, pass me through to Olympus; and, Europa is dead

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 262 min read


The Legend of Siren, by Aakanksha Chakraborty
The blues of his iris glazed just like the ocean, moonlight spilling and reflecting a strange echo of beauty. The woman's throat contracted, tears momentarily stopping. The man looked angelic, serene almost.

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 265 min read


in this line of listless lovers, by S. Fitzwilliam
in this line of listless lovers,
bathed in blood from head to toe,
your story is my respite.

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 261 min read


Proserpine's Return, by Sarah Watkins
purified by the gelid creek water, she emerges like Venus,
long dark matted hair flattened to her slick skin

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 262 min read


Cathartic Deceit and others, by Waseeq Mohammad
forest catharsis nature restless like the turbid heart

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 261 min read


Selected poems by Maya Cheav
Alchemy, Triple Goddess (Goddess, Goddess), and A Flower in Time

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 262 min read


Sunlight, by E.N.G
i’m sorry for sending you tens
of sad videos at 2am but something
in the way you kiss me told me
that you would get it.

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 261 min read


Elements, by Cassie Frisbie
Where can one experience katharsis better than in nature? When the wind is weathering you like a cliff-face, and fills you with its battle-cries?

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 262 min read


they were one, my hands and the rot - by Cassie Frisbie
The sunbeams are etched
Directly into my skin,
Maybe this is what it is.
Sipping on vanilla coke
Like it's all Eve ever craved.

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 261 min read


Ezekiel, by Cassie York Brooke
The first snow had fallen, shrouding the small village in a freezing silence. The gray sky hung low, as if the world had paused at an eternal standstill.

Maariya (EIC)
Jun 143 min read


selected works by Erin Morgan
first fall, to the tops of the trees, and seeds are not meant for harvesters

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 144 min read


Selected poems by Hannah Weisz
The Three Endings, Spooky Season, and 11/6/24 with unapologetically passive voices and prepositional endings

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 104 min read


Longing, by E.N.G
There's something about you and I can't stand it, I can't escape you.

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 74 min read


The Moirai's Incantation, by Suchismita Karmakar
dribb ling
grape juice. rust on my
palm, rust of my fingers pulverised
and putrefied by the sisyphian cycle of spinning
i am destined to

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 32 min read


L'avenir est un bouquet, by Emilio Leija
Blossoms called destiny, made of sorrow
Or the will and desire one's mind portrays.

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 31 min read


Mirage, by Suchismita Karmakar
doppel gänger
of the blue bar above us,
unfathomable cruising its veins,

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 32 min read


God Dreams, by Kiri Winder
Star shaped hands touch Earth and crumble dirt,
Planting stars with seeds.

Maariya (EIC)
Apr 11 min read


Not a Second More, by Gio Roven
She was looking for a temple, one that she can call home. One day, she thought she had found it.

Maariya (EIC)
Mar 312 min read
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