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Title: RG 17.3.2024.pdf-15
Search Result: fridge poem #1 Aiji Endo + q believe | in | mean ingle Ss | ness | in| this life | es a we must }m fake “¢ leave ‘the | eye | from | the storm | wr ing|color f “dm the [winter sky har Vv est po em s| from! the | sharp! to ngu ed| raven | di still | thunder) | in| to| rhythm | in | to | song and...
Show morefridge poem #1 Aiji Endo + q believe | in | mean ingle Ss | ness | in| this life | es a we must }m fake “¢ leave ‘the | eye | from | the storm | wr ing|color f “dm the [winter sky har Vv est po em s| from! the | sharp! to ngu ed| raven | di still | thunder) | in| to| rhythm | in | to | song and this | is not |a Cur s |€ | ‘but a me | r|© y
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Search Result: Pine Cone Fohn Weirick + Every pine cone found on the earth Is where the dying crossed the living Final kiss of an ailing bough to sky’s hope Or something that might continue To last beyond the present forest Nature gambling over and over in gravity Find the soil, the water, the nutrients That...
Show morePine Cone Fohn Weirick + Every pine cone found on the earth Is where the dying crossed the living Final kiss of an ailing bough to sky’s hope Or something that might continue To last beyond the present forest Nature gambling over and over in gravity Find the soil, the water, the nutrients That nurture and limit with their freedom That’s the story we’ll tell the next ones For the next world here, if there is one still If there are any of them left at all.
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Search Result: » bg ¥ c ©, ss we : Starry Night Tracy Castle

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Search Result: Moths in the Backseat, 2013 Theo Coval + The warm, rich tang of cedar incense clung to every fiber of the old car’s seats. As the last cone bled silver smoke onto the ceiling, I did my best to choke on it. The thick scent tightened around my throat as the overhead light flickered, harassed by the...
Show moreMoths in the Backseat, 2013 Theo Coval + The warm, rich tang of cedar incense clung to every fiber of the old car’s seats. As the last cone bled silver smoke onto the ceiling, I did my best to choke on it. The thick scent tightened around my throat as the overhead light flickered, harassed by the fluttering wings of tiny white moths. It was the break of dawn, and I had not slept. My dreams were not nightmares, though they were strange, a jumbled sequence of faces and ideas that left me the moment I woke up in a fit of confusion. I spent the gray hours of the morning hunting on the edges of sleep’s wavering moors. The cold air made me cough, and my neck cramped from shivering under a milky white sky. Billboards outside told me where to shop, what to avoid, who had gone missing. They stirred some old feeling that was once loathing, gone sour and stale, driven to apathy by boredom. It built and built, each new wild snapping open of the eyes adding a thick layer of off- color scar tissue over the wound. What remained was different, elastic, numb. The injury no longer bled, but it did not go away. Regardless, the city went on. Together, we kept breathing In pursuit of the lights of the car, more moths fluttered at the window. I invited them in and let them crash against the ceiling light where it was warm and safe. I had an understanding with them. I let them in, but I never let them out. I still do not know where they went.
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Title: RG 17.3.2024.pdf-11
Search Result: the walk to campus Abi Hilden + iam an unrelenting optimist which is weird considering my optometrist told me i should wear sunglasses every time i’m outside shading my eyes from the rays makes it hard to be optimistic on the days where a dark cloud follows me everywhere igo somehow i still pick...
Show morethe walk to campus Abi Hilden + iam an unrelenting optimist which is weird considering my optometrist told me i should wear sunglasses every time i’m outside shading my eyes from the rays makes it hard to be optimistic on the days where a dark cloud follows me everywhere igo somehow i still pick my head up face the sun and its burning heat because i need to believe that the warmth on my face isn’t there just to blind me
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Search Result: Foreword ———+— The namesake for our magazine, Tho Win, is an important figure in Dakhota mythology. She is the entity responsible for delivering souls safely to earth and returning them to the spirit world at the time of their passing. Our hope is that, as you read this issue of the magazine, you...
Show moreForeword ———+— The namesake for our magazine, Tho Win, is an important figure in Dakhota mythology. She is the entity responsible for delivering souls safely to earth and returning them to the spirit world at the time of their passing. Our hope is that, as you read this issue of the magazine, you are similarly transported to worlds beyond our own. To the authors, artists, photographers, and poets whose work is showcased in this volume, we thank you and applaud your talent, your bravery, and your honesty. It is not easy to put your soul on display in such a way, and without you, this magazine could not exist. We would like to extend a special thanks to those who have made this edition of the magazine possible: Lindsay Starck, our faculty mentor, Corey Hayden and Jack Jensen, our former co-lead editors, and Firi Dawid, the director of campus life. Finally, we thank you, our readers. Art without witness can only echo; it takes an audience to stir it to song. Your engagement is vital, and your interpretations sacred. Whether you are looking for a tether to this earth or for freedom from it, we hope you find the worlds you are looking for within the pages of this magazine. Sincerely, The Tho Win editorial board Addy Ney, Lead Editor Theo Coval, Managing Editor Aiji Endo, Assistant Lead Editor iil
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Title: RG 17.3.2024.pdf-9
Search Result: fridge poem #2 Ajj Endo Teeth Talking Yam Pashayeva Prose Breeds Hell Bleak Things A7ji Endo idk Abi Hilden Field Concept Kenzie Herrick mama Abi Hilden The Sea is a Second Moon Theo Coval Suspect Tiffany Thiele Drums Kenzie Herrick acyron Riva Chattopadhyay Courage is a Trap Laid by Fathers and...
Show morefridge poem #2 Ajj Endo Teeth Talking Yam Pashayeva Prose Breeds Hell Bleak Things A7ji Endo idk Abi Hilden Field Concept Kenzie Herrick mama Abi Hilden The Sea is a Second Moon Theo Coval Suspect Tiffany Thiele Drums Kenzie Herrick acyron Riva Chattopadhyay Courage is a Trap Laid by Fathers and Tyrants Theo Coval tree Yam Pashayeva venice Abi Hilden The Feeling lis Garton fridge poem #3 Aéji Endo Holy, Holy, Holy! Theo Coval To Val Tracy Castle Simple Stones Riva Chattopadhyay Promise Yam Pashayeva The One-Eyed Man _ Theo Coval fridge poem #4 Aiji Endo the window Zam Pashayeva If you look Addy Ney Reach _ Tiffany Thiele Untitled Ellis Garton 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 43 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 58 59 60 61 62 63 64
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Title: RG 17.3.2024.pdf-8
Search Result: iv Table of Contents === Untitled Ellis Garton the walk to campus Abi Hilden Pine Cone ohn Weirick Moths in the Backseat, 2013 Theo Coval Starry Night Tracy Castle fridge poem #1
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Title: RG 17.3.2024.pdf-5
Search Result: + Augsburg University is built on stolen land. The Dakhota and the Anishinaabe people are the original inhabitants of this land, and they remain its rightful stewards to this day. In 2021, the editorial board changed our magazine’s name to Tho Win in order to acknowledge this fact, as well as to...
Show more+ Augsburg University is built on stolen land. The Dakhota and the Anishinaabe people are the original inhabitants of this land, and they remain its rightful stewards to this day. In 2021, the editorial board changed our magazine’s name to Tho Win in order to acknowledge this fact, as well as to amplify marginalized voices in the publishing industry and to break from imperialist project-building in some way, however small. Art—in all its forms—has long been a vector of subversion and resistance pointing toward liberation, and we at Théo Win Magazine aim to ground ourselves in and face the future from that radical tradition. +
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Title: RG 17.3.2024.pdf-6
Search Result: il + Minnesota, being home to the Dakota people for thousands of years, has many places of power. One of which is located at what is now Indian Mounds Park, which is home to earth mounds that reflect a star constellation honoring Tho Win. To the Dakhota people, the Blue Star Woman is the entity...
Show moreil + Minnesota, being home to the Dakota people for thousands of years, has many places of power. One of which is located at what is now Indian Mounds Park, which is home to earth mounds that reflect a star constellation honoring Tho Win. To the Dakhota people, the Blue Star Woman is the entity that sends you to earth. But she is also the first entity you meet when you die. The Dakhota have no heaven or hell, only life and then afterlife. This name honors our local places of power and ancient Dakhota Star knowledge. + —Reuben "Kitto" Stanley, on the significance of the magazine's name change in 2022
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