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 CJ Sommerfeld, Staff Writer they’re begging for a hue different current previous to slipping incoherent previous to their reminderof favorable reception apparentdebar with their patent bias blatantprecedence transparent sentiment…
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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…
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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 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,…