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where do we go now that the sky has fallen?
now that our bodies reveal truths long buried beneath bone— i envision an eclipse, prolonged by power, hidden by force. engulfs us once again. once again, we are echoes, ligaments torn asunder— we are victims of the promise of youth, discoverers of the shredded map. when the sky fell, time stood still for only a Read more
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elegy for Baringo’s greatest man
The news came with a smile, your father’s lips curved, as if the words were light, as if the weight of them hadn’t yet settled in his chest. He’s dying, he said, and the room stayed quiet, but for the sound of your sister breathing beside you, her breath catching, your breath stopping. You’d only Read more
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ephemeral thing better left unsaid/return of The Dream Bearer
penned 2021 ephemeral thing better left unsaid briefly i was haunted by adulation, memorizing every reverberation of his nervous chuckle. if only he could be soothed by the knowledge that i was a bundle of fickle nerves heart constricted and constrained, balancing on thin tightrope as his eyes glittered with the knowledge that he’d incapacitated Read more
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give me grace: approaching personal finance as generational explorer
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ I’ll begin this one with a few critical definitions. Generational Explorer: a noun, referring to a person who is the first in their family to pursue financial freedom. (Ex. Eva Cheraisi was equally shocked and dejected to find that 6 hours had passed since she first started researching wealth accumulation strategies; even though she Read more
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needles of grass
under june sun needles of grass fight fiercely for a spot tucked beneath my pinky toe and billions of loam particles. others disperse once this spot is taken crawling their way to the arch of my foot, cooling the carefully stretched muscles. they are low viscosity beings. i caress them with all 5 of my Read more
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SPACs: The Alchemy of Financial Specters
In the dim corridors of modern finance, where shadows twist and linger, Special Purpose Acquisition Companies (SPACs) emerge not as mere financial instruments but as phantasms, casting a chilling light on the darkest corners of speculative ambition. These blank-check entities, heralded for their transformative potential, conceal within their ethereal forms a haunting paradox—an unsettling dance Read more

