Rot
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
May 15, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Romanticism exists in soil. Decayed and decaying and will decay. Pieces of God are underneath dying grass with flecks of something holy and poetic in the pollen and leaves. And there’s dirt underneath my fingernails, and I taste it when I chew them. I exist at the same time with things and creatures...
A Letter to a Pessimist from an Optimist Who Thinks Like a Realist
Diana Rodgers, Web Editor
April 18, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
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 out their heart song; But it’s not true. None of what I just told you is true. I could...
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...
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