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  • Top 10 favourite songs

    1.Without a Warning by The Weeknd

    2.Constellations by Jade Lemac

    3.Beautiful Things by Benson Boone

    4.DISCONNECTED by Chase Atlantic

    5.Nostalgia by Tate Mcrae

    6.Ordinary by Alex Warren

    7.I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

    8.Clarity by 24kGoldn

    9.MUTT by Leon Thomas

    10.305 by Jordan Adetunji and Bryson Tiller

  • Poems

    The Dream Keeper

    Bring me all of your dreams, 
    You dreamers. 
    Bring me all of your 
    Heart melodies
    That I may wrap them 
    In a blue cloud-cloth
    Away from the too rough fingers
    Of the world. 

    – Langston Hughes

    As The Stars Shine

    As the stars shine in my mind,
    The only light dimly shines
    My head at last in joy
    When first so coy.
    Only moments though.

    As the stars bright my dreams
    Happiness is what I think I see.
    Finally my life turns around
    Joy now is just as profound
    As the stars shine.

    But dreams come with sleep
    And stars, the night keeps
    And the sun rises to its glory
    When all the sights seem so gory
    To eyes that enjoy the nightly tint
    To the mind at first sight spent.

    As the stars fade into the dark
    The eerie night left its mark
    In my dreams and thoughts of happiness
    Through the steam of day and its loneliness.

    – Andy Greenwald

    My Grandmother’s Love Letters

    There are no stars tonight
    But those of memory.
    Yet how much room for memory there is
    In the loose girdle of soft rain.

    There is even room enough
    For the letters of my mother’s mother,
    Elizabeth,
    That have been pressed so long
    Into a corner of the roof
    That they are brown and soft,
    And liable to melt as snow.

    Over the greatness of such space
    Steps must be gentle.
    It is all hung by an invisible white hair.
    It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air.

    And I ask myself:

    “Are your fingers long enough to play
    Old keys that are but echoes:
    Is the silence strong enough
    To carry back the music to its source
    And back to you again
    As though to her?”

    Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand
    Through much of what she would not understand;
    And so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof
    With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.

    – Hart Crane