By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer The Swamps of Sadness over therelike the cave that December bringswhere Artax succumbed to despair and Atreyu was saved with wings but they told us…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor broke away, fell away,drifted apart.whatever we had last maysits in the darkof my memory. nutmeg, palo alto sifts through the air.I don’t wallow,I swallow the…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor In the bathroom at night I’m flossing my teeth and listening to the lone bell out on the ocean Dark waves slap at…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor Celebration of a day that causes painto those who were here first. Celebration of confederation,of land stolen, of quests and conquests, of communities brokenin vain.…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor “A man’s best friend,”a woman’s, in this case.A dog, cat, or lizardmake no mistake: A partner for life—not yours, but theirs—for they’ll likely liveonly a…
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By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer I. from aboveshoots of see-thru wheat whiskthe air where they inhale intergalactic ears move brisk II. does the are memories in the brain argument stand…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor “Can you hear me? Captain? Captain, please respond!” A warm, glaring light shines across my retinas; I know I need to acknowledge the…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor I do not chase, I attract. What belongs to me will simply find me. Thus, I can be carefree when the bad times are stacked…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor To be playfulYou must abandon all the rulesThat you’re taught to inherit as an adult You must get down on all foursAnd travel…
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By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer in our own citywe know all the hidden alleys and which are grittychipped bricks soaked in pissand recognize the wise man’s graffitiapart from an international…
