Category: Poetry
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My process and an Essay on New Poem: fortitudine vincimus
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Draft 1: 02/16/2025 “This year blossoming A-Bomb Dropping aplomb Plum-plum-plum A hum-hum-hum-hum And we’re done. Kicked teeth, once mine I lie floorside and planar A Lying smile In a room with a view Of the teeth, once new For sale Never used Dreams? Rearing foil reflections On floor, mine carpet bombs yesteryear’s Napalm A fortnight…
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A Journey Through 2023: Stories, Games, and Adventures
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in 100 Days of Sketching, 100 days of translation, Academia, Confession, creativewriting, essay, game based learning, game design, game development, game Ideas, game review, game studies, game writing, game-based learning, games, gaming, Hyakunin Isshu, Hyakunin Isshu (百人一首), illustration, Kansas City, knausgaard, narrative design, Poetry, Story time, storytelling, studio zuhno, the university of missouri, writing1. 📚 Excited to kick off the new year with my #graduatestudies in Narrative Design and Game Studies at the University of Missouri! 🎮🎓 #BackToSchool 2. 🎮🖥️ Launched Studio Zuhno, an interactive media developer! Follow our journey at Ludonarrative Chronicles. 📝✨ #GameDev #InteractiveMedia 3. 🍿 Popcorn Jr. game update: Narrative design is underway, and we’re…
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Review of “A Marriage at Ancestral Hall in Sun Village” by Shelley Wong
Shelley Wong’s “A Marriage at Ancestral Hall in Sun Village” is a poignant prose poem that artfully intertwines personal narrative with East Asian history and the immigrant experience. This review explores Wong’s use of rich imagery, historical layering, and emotional depth to capture the complexities of identity, diaspora, and gender. While acknowledging its thematic density…
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In the Whispers of Chance Encounters- A Poem, An Essay, and a Confession.
In the ever-spinning world of fleeting encounters, there lies a hidden tapestry of connection. Each glance, each smile shared with a stranger, weaves a story untold, a narrative that pulses with the heartbeat of humanity. These moments, often overlooked in the rush of daily life, hold the essence of our shared experience. They are the…

