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I never thought I’d see a presidentsermonizing from a phone—a burning bush of blue light,gospel gnashed into tweets.They call it Truth,but it scrolls like static—an…

MIDDLE STATE a ritual-poem pieced from corrupted transmissions, recovered from the decay of cultural memory. you are not the first to read this. you might…

Some move through the worldwith an openness that unsettles others.Real vulnerability is rarely metwith neutrality—it is either admired or dismissed,seen as strength or failure. But…

I pull the air from your lungs,and you, unaware, cannot exhale.It hangs here,like the distance between stars—a gap you cannot touch,a void you can only…