A poem — When stars fly high above you, they lie dead, when planets soar in the solar system inside your bed, when alterations insignificant as they come, come unto us, this planet is atrocious, precocious, attentive, secluded. Why shall we wait until the end of times, when times are near, deathly hallow insists…

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Newsletter 1- November 16, 2022 — ) Hello and welcome, a long overdue welcome to Hallow Literary! Thank you for choosing us as your home for poetry, prose, articles and more. We strive to promote the best literary work from seasoned writers to the novice. As a professional writer and editor, it’s my honor to take…

And the decision-making process — So, you’ve exhausted all of your opportunities, you’ve hit the high note and maxed out your potential and resources and you are finding yourself at the bottom of Jacob’s ladder. Now what? When in trouble Well, most of the time as primitive beings, we simply freak out. Yes, it’s true, our hindbrain, the…

A poem — Declarations of detriment make the mind spin, undecided, a person decides to remain obtuse, stupefied, revolving around the sun in an objectified manner, Confucius teaches lessons through written speech. Conundrums of life remain absolute, always abject to validity, your senses remain stained by the wine that you sip each night, craving comfort…

Prose — Harmony decided that it was time to end their perforated relationship, which was as toxic to her as formaldehyde; breathable deadly perfume lingering slightly stale, a cold room in which the dust danced with the window’s open sighs. Comfort crept into her imagination, as did passion and excitement. Fear, too. …

A poem — Crows nest hidden in dense luscious forests, chameleons in dry Arizona, running towards drinking water, a mirage perhaps, a safety of the baptismal kind. Taking safety into consideration, emotional intelligence emerges as a cocoon does in Spring time, allocation of skipping stones situated on bedrocks, rivers off course, cascading waterfalls to exemplify nature…

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A poem — Confusion amidst the masses as tsunamis hit, the ground, waves crashing into the under mist of time, foam creases as it dissolves upon the rocky shores, caresses fallen branches ensconced in the sand. Before time, serpents repented the great temptation, or was it that which separated Adam and Eve, orchards of plenty…