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Katsura
And for a flower to wither under ice andbloom at daybreak, it has to be taken. FromJapanese gardens, it has traveled backto us; now caramel leavestell White Mountain skies: “Everythingyou could want already exists,” and gifts us with a reminderof how odd it is to be anything livingat all. Original poetry and photography. Featured in…
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People will proclaim it’s beautiful and
they may never know it’s a tupelo. New Hampshire is known for itsliving gold in early October, just aswe are known for missing theindividual trees for the swathes of red and orange andvibrance; we consume the colors of the tupelo.It tastes sour,oily and bitter andexpensive—the costof berries fit to feedan entire forest. Original poetry and…
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Coming Up on Migration Season
I wonder if the same thing that tells a bird:“Go, you cannot stay”, talks to my father’s wood pile.If this is why we throw a plastic tarpover the meticulously stacked mound every fall. We trap our logs as though the wood wishes to leave.As though the wood knows what ‘wishing’ is. It’s migration season,so we’re…
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Analog Perspectives in Darkroom Photography
During September to December of this year, I was very fortunate to take part in a Darkroom Photography course. I had never taken film photos before, but I have had a digital camera (DSLR) for quite a few years now. Some of that experience carried over, but not all of it did. It was fascinating…
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An Alchemist’s Guide to Making Insulin
It does not have to be precious;let’s create matter out of nothing. Let’s turn to this matter of nothing:the diabetic body lives off pinpricks and needles. My mother taught me how to use pins and needles;now I embroider the edges of my bruises. I have tried to put my pancreas back together with stitchesbut there…
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Ghazal for the End of Time
The ghazal is a closed poetry form; here is a brief overview. The global temperature might go up a few more degrees before the end of time.I tell myself, “At least we will stop treating oil fires like dogs on leashes; they will be set free before the end of time.” I wonder how we…
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The Sights of 2024
The following are photos taken across the span of 2024: January until now! They have been edited in a variety of different styles, all taken across the Northeastern United States. I was particularly inspired by black and white film photography and, in juxtaposition to this, the saturated colors of Wes Anderson films when editing. Below,…
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Be Gentler Still, Unquiet Sea
Be gentler still, unquiet sea; again shesees her city days. She only ever saveswhat memories are not too heavy to carry. The pigeons want to know is she happyor does she ache? How many of her daysis she still in the unquiet sea?Just buy the ticket overseas already;forsake those days on planes and the acheof…
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Poem by the River
I don’t want to write about the river / that can’t smooth stones / nor the bird drawing he gave me / on Valentine’s Day / I don’t want to write / about the poems I put down / the poems I ran out of words for / the poems I buried / in the…
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Generational Love
Mama says,“it’s time to keep on drowning in the soul bleach; our shared memories bloodied the clockwork bends and aged us into laundromat cycles— I don’t rememberif I was dreaming when my mother and I filled the car with soap of if we are what hangs on the clothesline. But I do rememberwhen the grass…
Hazel J. Hall 