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Zone of Non-being

Darryl Walker Jr

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Give Like a Child Again

The celebrations of birthdays, anniversaries, and graduations are joyous occasions in our lives. Uniting for the sake of recognizing a special person or relationship can evoke smiles and tears. But as family and friends gather around to open cards and... Continue Reading →

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Love Cannot Be Captured

From the box office to catchy songs on the radio, our culture is saturated with perspectives about romantic relationships. When the skeletal frame of these narratives are analyzed, we find that they tend to fall into one of two impulses:... Continue Reading →

Around the World

Hey pretty girl - I cannot afford to take you around the world, but I'm India and that the way I feel Israel. I wanna be your lover but if you're not ready, I Kuwait, I won't Russia. If you do... Continue Reading →

Love is a Joke and Scheme

My spirit has been mourning you the way land sobs for stars in the form of morning dew. My wristwatch reports the daunting truth because my pulse was the time and the hands haven't moved since the loss of you. Immune system lacking fortitude it's official: I miss you. Tears oxidized my face... Continue Reading →

Against Visual Bias & No-Touch Culture (2 of 2)

In the first part of this series, I elucidated how both the Holy Bible and key philosophers privilege sight at the expense of touch. This follow-up will examine the shortcomings of this visual bias and no-touch culture. Over the past... Continue Reading →

Against Visual Bias & No-Touch Culture (1 of 2)

At an early age, we are taught that human beings process environmental stimuli through sensory organs. Barring a disability or accident, each person is equipped with the following five senses: sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. While this list may... Continue Reading →

From My Second Story Window

From my second story window I gaze over the city attempting to find the streetlight closest to your house. When I hear a siren in the distance I pray you weren't harmed. Whenever there is a strong wind I blow... Continue Reading →

A Sight for Sore Eyes

Before her, my life was a blur about my direction I was unsure. When she promised to re-appear all my movements became clear. As I saw her beautiful thick frame I knew I would never be the same. I was... Continue Reading →

My Love Would Heal Her

She said my words hold her too tight on cold nights, preventing her little toes from freezing, and taking away a reason for her to run away into the apathetic blizzard. She sleeps with her boots on, isolating herself on... Continue Reading →

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