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Android implementation in Kotlin @Entity creates a table for each class it’s annotated with, and so the class itself is essentially a data class that doesn’t contain logic. Data classes hold data. And @Entity makes a table out of the data class. The @Entity annotation indicates that the data class is to be mapped to a database. But the address variables relate directly to Address and not to Person.

Thoughts through the eyes of Me and Mine “Who had their luck run out this time?” I had never realised the extent of my hate for that question until someone asked me again. It is true that the pieces I write lie on the margins of the morbid. But in…

Tetractys wild- a trait we possess too. Tell us no, but from life we learn to love. We will live This poem is the sixth stanza of Margins, one of Chalkboard’s Tetractys Trails.

A Triolet Interplay by Kinnera Priya Putti, Harper Thorpe and Kittie Phoenix — Reporting on the rain of stones The crimson sinks into the sallow hearth Their yearning anchored by the tendrils of lust Reporting on the rain of stones Love blinded, she never had been warm enough to warn Jealousy acquired, he never knew the charge came forth Reporting on the rain of stones The crimson sinks into the…

The saffron of the valley, a stalk of lithe grace, filled with the crimson fervour of holy, heals your wounds unseen, whispers about you and a strum rounds the beat. In response to Terijo’s prompt, Spice.

Villanelle after Aide Ojigbede — Cold slow horror creeping along your way as kiss of the beats hit into the abyss, and again when your self begins to stray. Fear races the veins a stalling hand cannot allay, ears ring with echoes of their roar and your hiss, cold slow horror creeping along your way. …

Just how much? My perspective on a perspective. Things are never ‘just’ anything. This is my aesthetic though. The torturous sky, the beautiful sea, and a pun. I like how nothing is just clam — sorry, calm — regardless of how the surface looks. I like that there is always…

And a bike. — “I love you.” He heard me. “You don’t believe in love.” I heard him. “You believe in love. I believe in you.” I couldn’t see any other way out of this mess. He was the one who’d accidentally brushed past me at a convention. He was the one who’d dragged…