creative works

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…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor The sheer number of unknowns that we, as a collective, have on this planet and its inhabitants is frightening. For how entangled in…

By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer I counterfeiting aesthetic. not admittingthe origins of all you ownwere neither by choice nor newhoping others haven’t caught on,unwitting  II through the un-mowed grasssegmenting ant’s…

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor No one’s touch feels quite like yoursWearing pearls on my 21styou had fun with them. oh, how cometell me to and I’m on all fours…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor Rabbit is dead. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go. We were supposed to land smoothly, find my sister’s body—dead or alive,…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor Like a bag full of marbles, the hull of the ship begins to clack about the closer to the surface we get. “Thrusters,…

By CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer candle’s quivering flame embodiesconversationbrazenBrahms and Liszt on their kneessmothering their preservation a bookshelf of expertise does the candle’s illumination tease? I forgot that we were…

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor I desired my dust to be mingled with yoursforever and forever, and forever. It’s a different type of craving where my bones ache and my…

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor I’ve always known eventually I’d be alone in thisJust like everyone else is Close my eyes to feel one with the great abyssIt’s always known…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor It was never in the cards to become a captain, but when my sister Malory signed up to explore space, I had to…