A slow-burning lineup of stories, spotlights, and sound.
Some ideas don’t wait. They arrive fully formed, claws out, demanding to be built before you can talk yourself out of them. They haunt your downtime, crawl into your dreams, and rewrite your to-do list in sharpie.
Mr. House isn’t a hero. He’s not kind. But in a world built on ruins and failure, he offers something rare: a vision that works: sleek, brutal, and impossible to ignore.
This Wednesday, we have three poems that explore the feelings of stargazing with someone.
Writing has always been a part of my life, but never the focus. It’s a means to an end — the practical sister to imagining, a way to get thoughts out of my head and into something that can be understood.
By: Violet McCleod, Madeline Sometimes, it takes a whole crowd to hold what one person used to carry, and that’s not a flaw: that’s the magic. One spark becomes a bonfire. One hand raised becomes a chorus of cheers. That’s the power of being part of something
