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The way the sun shifts slowly

By: Haley Schirber

The way the sun shifts slowly. 

Alters the light.

These moments big and small

will make you feel the might.

Though just as shade grows gently,

swallowing the light

these hatreds that you harbor

must now be brought to sight.

The sea of fear keeps rising

and with it comes our plight

there is something that you need to hear

but with it comes a fight.

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Dying Pain

By: Tremaine L. Loadholt

She sat, rubbing her leg. The ache in her thigh had gotten worse. She took out the prescribed pain medicine and looked at it.

“Oxycontin.”

She popped two pills onto her salty tongue and gulped down a glass of water.

All the pills in the world would never heal her pain. She held years of lies, secrets, and confessions in the depths of her gut.

The pain was making its rounds: head, heart, legs, etc.

Soon, she’d be gone and no one will care. 

Tremaine L. Loadholt has published three poetry books: Pinwheels and Hula Hoops, Dusting for Fingerprints, and A New Kind of Down. She’s editor and creative director for Quintessence: A Literary Magazine of Featured Medium Writers. Her artistic expressions are at A Cornered Gurl, Medium, and Twitter.

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Just A Little Announcement

When I was a teenager I got the idea to try and start a magazine. It was geared towards music and I failed pretty miserably. I was 17, I didn’t know what I was doing and had little in the way of resources to make it work.

The idea never quite went away. Over the past year or so I’ve found myself thinking about starting something that could showcase the amazing writing and writers I’ve met on this journey. Combine that with the long standing idea of a magazine and you get my latest project.

It’s, what I’m loosely referring to as a literary magazine, Pint Sized Lit. It focuses on poetry and flash fiction with 750 words or less.

The site is still in a little bit of flux but if you have something you’d like to submit please click here

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QPD (Kind Of): Courage

Courage. That was today’s yoga practice. It’s also the monthly theme. Hell, I think it’s safe to say it’s our universal yearly theme.

Courage to move forward. Courage to push ourselves beyond our comfort zones. Courage to push the people around us from their comfort zones.

One of the truest ways to effect change socially and economically is through divestment. It can be hard to get there. Companies don’t want you to divest. Social constructs don’t really support divestment. But the BLM protests have proven, again, that it is possible. It might be uncomfortable. It might reveal more naysayers than you thought you had in your circle. Always remember, it’s for the greater good.

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Crumbs

I’m a little bit messy
In life and in love
Memories splatter
Over walls and stale cloths
Across my shirt
Down my chin
A touch here and there
Fragrant reminders
Of a life I missed
Stick to my lips
Crumbs, ravaged
Forgotten details I pick up
Again and again

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QPD – What A Week/Month/Year

It’s been a whole half a year.

And what a year it’s been so far.

Its almost time for mid year reflections. I guess it can always be time for reflection but this year I’ve been very focused on moving forward, how to get there, making goals, setting intentions, visualizing …

All the things.

I even have a journal made to help you set goals and intentions and act on them.

But I’m also exhausted, especially right now.

It’s been a week, even with the holiday. It’s been filled with good and bad.

Lately, all I can think is how very tired we should all be and how willing we should be to hold each other accountable and to demand change.

After all, change is the only constant. I’d argue that it’s the root of most fear.

How are you feeling as we come up on half a year? After this month? This week?

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You Are Not Gossamer

“My confidence is gossamer.”

“Gossamer?”

“Gossamer.”

“That guy was pretty confident I guess.”

“That guy?”

“Yeah, the heart guy. The big monster one. Like an olden days Kool-Aid man.”

“I don’t think … Gossamer is a word. It’s not a person or monster or whatever you’re talking about.”

“No offense, I know my Bugs Bunny. Maybe you mean another word?”

“Maybe you have the name wrong. My word is Gossamer.”

“Google it then. Let’s see who’s right.”

*furious typing*

“Gossamer, thin, delicate, insubstantial.”

“And, right there, Gossamer. Big red heart dude.”

“Huh. Ironic.”

“Yeah, also, have you met yourself? Your confidence is not “gossamer”. You’re not a wilting flower or silk blowing in the wind.”

RDP: Gossamer