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Author: Natasha
Cue the wake, she jazz’n up another day morning sunrise calls for a sit and bake read-out-loud, for the spirit ears my thoughts to take…
Copywriter Spread Pt I A copywriter is a fancy word. A made-up word. A corporate name that’ll make you feel magnificent, imitating a second last…
Rest in Peace Rod: Son, Brother, Friend, Lover, Artist, Historian, Documenter y mas. Entry 1 of many. First, I want to say thank you to…
March started off a little hectic, maybe more than usual because slowly, I had begun to abandon the rituals that keep me sane. I don’t…
If you do not write it down, it will not become. Conserve every memory spawn from the pits of your inner universe. You will tell…
In an apartment in Washington Heights, NY, I knock – knock and rattle the door. Apt 41 welcomes me inside. The Nostalgia of this…
***Readers Note: You will be using your hands for this one. If you cannot, use your toes. If those are restricted, use your eyes; if…
I sat through every episode of Midnight Mass in one day and a half. It was eerie and dark, stroking a part of me that…
The New Yorker To be real, I never had that connection to New York City. From birth to eighteen, I had been one of its ants. Small…