I am you

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There is a  mountain

betwixt the hearts of lovers

That cannot be climbed

nor eroded

by the prickles of hail

It sits

through iron-willed blizzards

and roaring fires.

unshaken.

unmoving.

None have tried to break it

or tunnel through it’s chest

Instead, they dream right passed it

and so

it falls

 to dust.

“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Ayman Zedani

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Lit Mash: Her Sexual Awakening

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She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun, and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace, and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summoned to behold a revelation. Then Janie felt a pain remorseless sweet that left her limp and languid.

Zora Neale Hurston Their Eyes Were Watching God

Artwork by Leigh Viner

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