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“Epi(cure)an”
It’s a Thursday, and you’re peering out the train window with your earphones jammed in and cranked up to proclaim “thanks, but no thanks” as…
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“An Ode to Blue Neighbourhood (2015) by Troye Sivan Even Though It’s Not Even in my Top 100 Favourite Albums”
Whenever someone mentions Troye Sivan, I always wonder if they’re aware of the cultural phenomenon that his coming out video was in the mid-2010s to…
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“Dialogue of You”
You: “Hey, did you notice something change today?” You Know: “No, I don’t think so. Why? You: “I can’t find anyone who noticed the change….
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“Hogs, pigs”
A hog isn’t squealing, She’s reading a poem To the evening shift carrying card for Local 031 Abattoir toilers. A wet dog mullet, A side…
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“Thursday”
it’s a Thursday I watch a black squirrel outside my window scrambling to hide acorns paranoid, submerging them different places in the grass how will…
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“The Body’s Poetics of Space”
When I was younger, I was terribly scared of diggers. The big yellow cat ones that unearth the ground, making it a material to move…
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Your keen research skills and discerning tastes have brought you here for a reason — and that reason is Discorder‘s deeply compassionate and tough-as-nails column,…
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“Motherland”
Maya: Because we all need to breathe in soft stillness from time to time. whether in the big looming shadow of *whispers*…a global crisis. Or…
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“The Price of Admission”
Discothrash #3 “The Price of Admission” B. Caligula with hopes of despair, I bandage my smallest finger. I wrap a wire wreath of rusted…