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Looking Toward 2028: LGBTQ Rights, Veteran Advocacy, and the Future of American Policy

One of the major divides in modern America continues to be the uneven landscape of LGBTQ protections across state lines. States such as California,...

The Name Before the Language: From Mitch to The Trans Theory (Reflection)

The Studz Most Wanted era… yeah, that space was loud in all the wrong frequencies. What looked like a community from the outside had...
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Family Isn’t a Headline (Poetry)

That’s where I hold onto her— MSG Gina Barton. During my medical board process, when everything felt uncertain, when identity felt like it was slipping through the cracks of...
Firefighter, NYPD officer, and soldier standing together looking at 9/11 site with American flag and memorial items

Witness to Warrior: The Quiet Formation of Purpose (Essay)

By the time we arrived at choir class at 9:00 a.m., the situation had escalated. At 9:03 a.m., we witnessed United Airlines Flight 175...

Soul Sisters (Poetry)

You protect me like quiet security in chaos, and I walk with my head on a swivel, not from fear, but from love sharpened...

Technology, Music, Film, Wellness, and the Balance of Information in Modern Life (Essay)

Through a humanities lens, music operates as cultural discourse. Lyrics, rhythm, and imagery communicate ideology, shaping belief systems and social behavior. Genres rooted in...

Enigma of Love (Poetry)

That real love doesn’t cage the spirit. It studies it. Guards it. Trust it to become something greater than either of us imagined.

Tread Lightly (Poetry)

Tread lightly with a heart like mine. It isn’t fragile glass but an old battlefield map creased by years, edges burned from fires No one else remembers.

I Don’t Want to Heal Alone (Poetry)

I’ve walked through darker nights than most people ever see. War zones. Broken homes. Long roads where love felt like a rumor. I survived...

Combat Hearts (Poetry)

And PTSD doesn’t always come from war. Sometimes it comes from wanting someone You were never meant to have But loving them anyway like the final prayer before the night...
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