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Written by: Chelsey Quezada The sky is crying
Mourning another life lost Showering on moral lines crossed. The stars are dying Losing all that they hold dear Battling a "war" in press gear. Worlds are defying Knowing this is not about faith Haunting civilians with "war's" wraith. The stars are dying Running out of their supplies While planes pass over their skies. The flags are flying Calling for a ceasefire Voicing pain to those up higher. The stars are dying Writing their final goodbyes Victims to all those who spread lies. The sky is crying Gray-clouding with depression Thundering at mass oppression. The stars are dying Twinkling for one last time How much worth is life to a dime?
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Written by: Emily Golding It’s difficult to ascertain the haunting grips of materialism in the midst of this upcoming holiday season. HomeGoods, a home furnishings chain in the United States, is a poison to American minds by the time of Halloween’s arrival in the middle of September. Through the creaking automatic doors of HomeGoods, scents of pumpkin spice and apple cider proliferate through the air. The plastic sycamore leaves of amber and scarlet entangle our minds and whisper, “Buy me, buy me!” And more too often, the candlesticks and synthetic spider webs place us in a trance of material devotion, unable to break its spell over us unless we have the money to pay out. If we preach about sustainability, why can’t we refuse the candy corn lawn blow-ups and plastic skeletons waving pleasantries to our neighbors? There are so many substitutes for finding your fall decor like organizing local flora into wreaths and creating twig skeletons. You could perhaps make your own witch’s broom! However, this is easier said than done. The human need to spice up our lives proves to be a paradox now more than ever under the grip of HomeGoods’s curse.
Written by: Sunny Jong He shoots you first. That nasty, bastardly scowl you dreaded because you knew how turbulently the tiny fibrillations in his brows oscillated between rage and resignation - something you could never foretell. You march toward him - his dormant body supinely sprawled across the tuxedo couch - lounging like a king who hadn’t just eaten week-old leftovers because he couldn’t cook for himself, and try not to rub your temples as to visibly reveal the fact that you are about to broach a problem to him. The semantic calculus courses through your head, but your tone can’t quite lend its best self to the words you choose, and they all tumble out of your mouth rather heavy-handedly:
Written By: Amanda LyKelly Lenh is a LA based mixed media artist primarily working with watercolor. She blends fine art and illustration, specializing in portraying the female form in a fantastical manner with a fusion of tactile and reflective elements to enhance the viewer experience. In her free time, she enjoys playing video games and going on food adventures with friends.
By Joe Lusnia Things are feeling different, somewhat back to normal, and some of us maybe venturing out to
places we haven’t been in a while, rediscovering what we once lost and maybe some new things along the way. The Gold Line is a great way to explore this “new” world and to feel a part of something again. |
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