THE EOE DISPATCH

This poem follows Lola as she wanders through the lingering echoes of isolation, carrying wounds left by abandonment, false affection, and a world that never seemed to grant her a place to belong. Though she discovers a bond capable of softening the jagged terrain beneath her feet, the intimacy it offers is as frightening as the loneliness that came before it. Her feelings remain suspended between longing and hesitation, as if speaking them aloud might shatter the fragile tru

Written by Sutter Libby, the Director of Escapades of Everfell @Minimug My disintegrating pencil dictates in my weathered journal the queries of man across history, a probable excuse, I must admit: “The remains of society faded long ago, and I can’t help but notice how the complexities of right and wrong have blurred. Why do they call me Walt when my name is Walter? It's not really immoral per se. Yet, Socrates, I think, believed that these decisions stem from the ignorance o