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O Creator of all loves, have I not shut myself away for so long? fearing I might spill as a single tear? I was born a rosebud, but...

Love is the rose’s fate, melancholy as the soul within the body. Surely, it will be abandoned, never knowing its true master— heedless, cursed, a vagabond. The music intoxicates...

You are slowly dying,  All of us are.  Whatever you can leave to the world,  Leave it.  Scatter the kindness within you,  Spread it around.  Let nothing remain in your...

I wanted to write a different article this time of year, drawing from my travel notes and reflecting on my experiences. I stepped into...

Dear ArtTmodernmiami readers... Dear sensitive souls! Here I am. What a strange time we are living in. Events, events...the pace is making us dizzy. This month, we...

Your gaze was tiny,  your arms even smaller,  yet you held on tight.  I couldn’t let go—  "I don’t want to," you whispered.  "I love you so much."  But now,...