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Capturing Campus: The Archway

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The Archway 

my great-grandmother had a house

she’s gone

but the house breathes

its strange breaths

strange faces

strange furniture

strange footsteps

imprinted by foreign feet

I remember the house

and it’s frightening to think that someday I won’t

that nobody will

that the memory will die with me

you’re getting so tall

she said before we left

beneath the archway in her living room

neither she nor I will ever stand beneath it

again, I am frightened that the memories

won’t be memories anymore

not that they will be conflagration-charred

cataclysmically-consumed

made holed and holy by a marksman’s arsenal 

but that they will dry up and fade

wet footprints on concrete

during the fourth of July 

when the weather was warm as the parade marched by 

I sat inside a home I might never see 

again, I am frightened

that anyone and everything is only mine

for a little while

that life is only for a little while

LOG_041_EXPLORATION

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These small, gull-winged craft, once designated as strike bombers, found new life as exploration and research vehicles in the wilderness of 234.4a.c. Their extensible payload capacities–owing to the large available volume under their wings–were ideal for long expeditions where pilots often had to be largely self-sufficient in remote regions. This particular craft sports the matte green and yellow livery and insignia of the Concord Corps of Exploration.

~Sappy Daze~ Day 15

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The First of Many Love Poems 

We should make love in a bed 
of ticklish holly and narcissus; 
that way our child will be joyful
-ly lacking your lack of self-esteem.

I wish you could see how I see you, 
especially with my rosy forget-me-
not tinted irises. That way you’ll know 
our time together has & will always grow 
eternally, though our bodies age annually.

- Sappy

The Bursley Pirate Ship: FLOOD EDITION PART 2

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They say it is highly unlikely that lightning will strike the same place twice. Sadly, no one ever made a flood version of the saying so here we are.

While packing my belongings to return back after break, I decided to check our dorm group chat to let the memories of my Michigan home flood (absolutely no pun intended it’s far too sensitive of a topic) my brief nostalgia. When I saw this message, I mentally slow clapped at this building’s ability to structurally dissolve at any moment.

This column may transform into a flood report issue. Once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence, three times is just more content.

From a possible future Ann Atlantis,

Captain Singh