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 Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor The thing is, falling through the air is a slow sensation. You feel every second of it. I made the decision to jump,…
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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…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor It feels like I’m trapped in an earthquake, and this is the last place I’d want to be if I am. The ground…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor crack pot.little whispers,“did you see herblowin’ dust, coughin’ windpipes.”so slowall these shadows seem to move,are you scared that I’m not your type? oh, go fast.bloody…
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By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer before leaving I overheard a man saywhen I get to a new spaceI climb to its highest placea bird’s eye view of the new environment…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor Little Chicken, Little ChickenDon’t look so strickenFor it is only Spring that has sprung. Away from Mother’s breast which you have clungFresh morning…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor I am alone. I am all alone. I am utterly alone. And yet, I find myself up on my feet examining the breathing…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor The police can’t arrest me because I could be lying.It’s just a poem, afterall. Besides: no one has died yet, and no one is dying(literal,…
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor If you asked me what time it was, I could not say. If you asked me what day it was, I couldn’t even…
