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To Research Love

by Neesa Suncheuri

A profile of me was created on Wikipedia recently, outlining my prolific career, naming me as a highly-esteemed professional. I read it, and laughed at the sentence about my undergraduate degree. How I finished it when I was sixteen. I was ambitious about thermodynamics back then, yet I had never seen a woman naked in the flesh.

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A Stone Skipped V3: Leaving the Nest

by Cheryl Vollmar

By the time I turned eighteen, I was more than ready to never step foot in my parents’ house again. I had graduated high school and was ready to move on to college, but even then I disregarded my own desire to major in Music Composition and followed in my mother’s footsteps by majoring in Music Education. Despite thirteen years of piano lessons, six National Piano Guild gold medals, over seven years of band and choir classes, and the numerous pieces of music I had already composed, she said I would never make a living writing music. And while I did see the logic behind her argument that it’s difficult to succeed financially as a composer, it felt more like she didn’t believe in me or my talents. As if all the competitions, performances, and accolades I had received weren’t enough to strive for what I was passionate about. Even though she frequently nudged me into experiences like college level symphony and stage performances as a high school student, it rarely felt like she supported me in my musical and theatrical efforts. She even told me I was on my own when I received an invitation to the Miss Missouri Pageant, leaving me alone in a huge dressing room buzzing with excitement as mothers helped their daughters change for the next act of the show. I’m not sure if it was because she was just too busy with her own schooling or if it was just a general lack of interest. Some have even said that there could have been a bit of jealousy behind her words and actions. To this day I haven’t the slightest clue why she was so unsupportive, but it placed another small bit of self doubt in the back of my mind that told me I simply was not good enough.

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Love Lies Bleeding

by DM Cross

My love lies bleeding, dying on the ground
Where only in heaven we hear without a sound
where only the clouds upon become solid ground
and rest upon the shores of the vast sea of sky
mirrored in conclusion, in the mind of the eye
you can be me, but only I can be I

My love is bleeding, dying on the ground
where only in the sky we hear without noise
where only the clouds on the ground and the rest full become
on the shores with the vast sea of the sky
reflected in conclusion, in the spirit of the eye
can be to you me, but only I then to be I

My love is bleeding, that on earth,
where only in the sky we hear without noise
where only on the banks of the expanded sea of the sky
against-reflected in conclusion become clouds on full earth
and the peace in the sense of the eye dies,
you can me be, but only I can be I

My love finds to purge itself that on the earth,
where those in the sky do not hear us without noise
where those that become the clouds on the shores of the spread sea of the sky
reflected in a conclusion on the full earth
and the rest die in the direction of the eye,
you can be me, but only I can be I

My love finds to purge itself that in the land,
where does that in the heaven not hear us without noise
where done that him becomes itself
clouds in the margins of the sea and stretch of the heaven
reflect in a conclusion in the full land and I rest in the direction of the eye,
I can be me, but alone I can be I


D.M. Cross is a writer from Los Angeles.  He studied Eastern philosophy and English lit at Oxford University and earned a degree in psychology from UC Santa Cruz.  He then spent the better part of a decade playing in several LA area bands.  He’s currently finishing his first book based on his experiences living in Calcutta, India for a year.

I Love Myself and I Love You More

by Sarah Fader and Courtney Keesee

I love myself. But, there is this societal trend of forcing people to love themselves before others. If you can’t love yourself, then you can’t love another person. I don’t believe this to be true. The emotional connection that comes with loving other people escalates my self-confidence: loving other people makes me feel great. Calling attention to wonderful human beings makes me feel good about myself too. It’s not all about me. When I was in a deep dark depression, I would focus on the good in others to get me through. Loving yourself is a process. It’s something to work towards. Let’s honor the appreciation of other people.

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