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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Creative Writing
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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 CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer the ether is asking for your favoured shadeyou’ve lulled to a place whereFreud’s mind cannot proffer so tired that the usual excitement you’d feel in…
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By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
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By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor The gravity of their thoughts Weighs on meOn my identityMy intestines Are fastened up They’ve caused more anguish than helpYou more help than…