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InMindfully SpeakingbyRowen VeratomeOn Death, Change, and CreationIn a sense, they’re one and the same.May 9, 2022May 9, 2022
InPollinate MagazinebyRowen VeratomeTo Love IncorrigiblyA poem on perfect altruism & sensual desireMay 6, 20221May 6, 20221
InAge of EmpathybyRowen VeratomeOf the RedwoodsA personal narrative regarding the relationship between the individual and the wholeApr 29, 20222Apr 29, 20222
InThe Short PlacebyRowen VeratomeAn Unconventional OccupationContemplative micro-fiction inspired by old artJan 8, 2022Jan 8, 2022
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InParadox CafébyRowen VeratomeBardoFlowers hang in rows: wilted blossom, flowers in bloom, buds covered green. The glow is arranged as time:Oct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
InLetters From Twin EarthbyRowen VeratomeA Buddhist Understanding of DesireWhat does it feel like to want?Jan 3, 20201Jan 3, 20201
InParadox CafébyRowen VeratomeParisA labyrinth of bones stands under the Eiffel Tower, the Arche De Triomphe, and the burning Notre Dame built up from the limestone that…Oct 13, 2020Oct 13, 2020
InLetters From Twin EarthbyRowen VeratomeThe GanjesI, River, wane and wax with rain tidal in its seasons.Dec 8, 20201Dec 8, 20201
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