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Azura's Path (Excerpt)

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Azura's Path (Excerpt)

“We were all one. As much a part of the one that created us as we were to each other. We shared thoughts, memories, feelings, and work. We were formless. We merged together and into one another freely. Our bodies could take one another in and reshape themselves with this same ease. Yet we were trapped in our spirits. Trapped in the Fortress. We lacked names, edges, and faces. Our entire identity came from togetherness, and the animals the Lord shaped us into. All of us fell into the one that had created us, and our reality fell into place around us.”

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I Can See Your Voice (Excerpt)

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I Can See Your Voice (Excerpt)

“Rotimi doesn’t just read minds; he feels them. So, when the kid stumbles out of the theater crying later, he’ll suffer that same heavy sadness. When the new employees shake his hand, he’ll be drenched in that same nervousness, viewing himself as a scary executive. He’s a sponge. Soaking up every single thing until he’s sour.”

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The Five “Don’ts” of Social Media for BLM Allies

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The Five “Don’ts” of Social Media for BLM Allies

“Unfortunately, efforts to achieve social justice are too easily warped by social media. In an attempt to appear ‘woke’, BLM and social justice causes in general have become a tick-box form of activism, with many hastily circulating infographics, phrases and videos without first considering their deeper meaning. While it is crucial to remain vocal about social issues across our platforms, it is also necessary to examine the implications behind every post prior to sharing.”

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“Your Body Is a Masterpiece” and Other Artsy Thoughts About Nudes

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“Your Body Is a Masterpiece” and Other Artsy Thoughts About Nudes

“…close friends and internet strangers alike have expressed the obligation to perform while sending nudes and sexting. Intimacy is condensed to a buzzing notification in a jean pocket, and even then, the sender and receiver aren’t seeing the other’s reaction in real time. The anxiety can become daunting and suck the empowering fun out of sexting. What was meant to be inconsequential sexy time turns into a mindwarp about how someone else will respond to your vulnerable state. Boo.”

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Conscious Sighs

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Conscious Sighs

“Her entire being forever blazes through my mind. She smells like Tide, and the last swipe of creme in the travel size Nivea tin jar found only when you desperately need it. Like the bottom of her overcrowded purse that holds Wrigley’s gum, bills, and glasses on a hot day in a parking lot while my aunt runs into the bank. Her smile has one stained tooth that sits and fits in with the other porcelain ones as a confirmation of her earthly existence. Until she bites fearlessly into ice without a shiver or a shake, and you’re left questioning how angels hide in plain sight.”