There’s a battle, an unknown untold one. One that is filled without the vision of what meets the eye. One that is considered unlikely for the knight to fight. One that dishonors souls, because the knight should have won. And this is a tiny battle, they tell her. But battles are all the same, battles…
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Will you be the sun or the moon? I asked her. She said, I’ll be the moon. Why? I asked, the light does not belong to the moon. I’ll still be the moon, she said. To borrow from elsewhere and light the dark, that is the moon. I would always want to be the moon.…
Read MoreI have been wanting to mix poetry and piano for a while now. I love them both, and so I headed out to try by playing my tiny little keyboard and recording the sound using my headphones and a cool software called Garageband. You can watch the video up there, or even read the poem…
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Sometimes when I visit the supermarket, I see the big mirrors reflect my old shabby shoes, perfectly covered in a layer of dust. I step into the elevator, I see the reflection of my shoes on its translucent glass side-by-side. It moves higher, and higher and higher, it gets clearer, and clearer and clearer, that…
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The Wordcastle 