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Death’s Doorstep

Iris Chiofolo, Opinion Editor November 28, 2023

the objective is merriment, a lifetime of frustration. what is the point? if not for infatuation.   it bears repeating of our frail mortality, the most minuscule choice ends...

Waves battle the currents and the opposing wind. Photo from Rare.us.

The Underlying Truth of Life

Drew Bearden, Staff Writer January 28, 2021

The heavy sunlight beams through    the varying blue-green waters   carrying the souls of the outcasted on their backs   Each minute rolling and rolling, more and more    Just...

 The clouds represent the calmness of the poem and the tone of the girl. (Photo from Pinterest)

They Say

Imogene Ragan, Staff Writer December 3, 2019

She doesn’t exist they say, She will never exist they say, But she knows in her heart She will always exist. She’s crazy they say, She’ll always be crazy they say, And she knows...

The ocean blue waves always seem to crash and collide into each other. Photo by Amareen Fatima.

The Vessel

Melody Scott, Staff Writer November 15, 2019

Loving and hating;  laughing and crying;  relationships and disconnections;  these things make up the vessel of life.    This “vessel” as I call it  isn’t always the easiest...

Freddie Mercury stands tall before the Live AIDS concert crowd and delivers a heartfelt performance of Queen’s greatest hits. It was one of the largest concert crowds recorded. Freddy Mercury is one example of an artist who remained un-corrupt by the industry 
 (Photo Credits: https://www.943thedrive.ca/2018/11/16/20734/.)

Music Has Lost Its Soul–Where’d It Go?

Katie Harrill, Staff Writer March 20, 2019

There was a point in time where music meant something important. It was raw and vulnerable and full of soul. Singers played their instruments instead of using technology to create sounds. The artists could...

You are driving beneath vandalized tunnels and six feet of your own indifference, writing pages and pages about yourself in the second-person as if to project that apathy toward an invisible You. You’re me. I just don’t admit it, because people get uncomfortable when others acknowledge the fact that we’re all driving away from something.

Anywhere North

Holley Murray, Staff Writer May 19, 2017

Your veins have begged you to run since the first beat of your heart. It’s a call you can’t ignore forever, but after three hours of driving toward Anywhere North Of This God-Forsaken Place,...

The sun’s descent beneath the clustered buildings of Paris gave confidence to all night’s shadows, which huddled amongst the tattered scraps of paper and piled dust on the streets.  Amongst them, a man contemplates life and its overwhelming consequences.

Ode to Despondency

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor May 19, 2017

The sun’s descent beneath the clustered buildings of Paris gave confidence to all night’s shadows, even the most fickle in spirit, and they drew to huddle amongst the tattered scraps of paper and piled...

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~Albert Einstein

A Letter to a Pessimist from an Optimist Who Thinks Like a Realist

Diana Rodgers, Web Editor April 18, 2017

I could tell you to smile, To let your tear stained face go dry, Because there is so much in the world to look forward too, To cheer up, Because the sun is shining high and the birds are singing...

Seconds make all the difference in a subway station where trains come and go in a blur. As Train 3 on the red line up to Times Square breezes into this Brooklyn station, I wonder if I’m the only one here who has let her mind still her hands and has been paralyzed from that moment.

The World Spins Too Fast for Me to Keep Up

Holley Murray, Staff Writer April 18, 2017

I struggle to decide if the significance of life outweighs its brevity as I stand in a crowded subway station, shoulders hunched and surrounded by people with different lives and families and late-night...

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

As Seniors In High School

Diana Rodgers, Web Editor December 19, 2016

Life gets bolder. The weather gets colder. We grow older. As seniors in high school, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders.   Words grow sharper. Nights get darker. The...

Leilani Gibbons poses with a flamingo to emphasize the airy feeling of this poetry. The theme of love and nature transcends through not only these pieces but through life itself.

A Collection of Poetry

Noah Smith, Opinion Editor December 7, 2016

The following are three poems that I have written. They all follow a central theme of love; however, I always try to keep my creative writing ambiguous in order to allow more people to relate to it. My...

“Though you may drift far from where you came, Go as far as you may need, As long as you remember to come back home.”

The Things We Were Told

Leilani Gibbons, Features Editor November 7, 2016

At 4 am, When it's too late to go back to sleep, And it's too early to start the day, Remember the things you were told   Remember that your mother Called you pumpkin and peach With...

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