By Elinor Pugliese

May 3, 2017

When I was little (only three or four, still learning my way around the world) I taught my parents how to blow kisses to the moon. You put your hands together, like someone is handing you something small and important (an old ring, or a secret) and you kiss right where they meet. And then- ...

“Sincerely, My Complicated Self”

By Amber McClure

May 3, 2017

To whom has ever given me mixed signals,   Go Just go I never want to lay eyes on you again   I can’t let you go But, I have to   No   Wait   Just Stay For me Please?   That's the trick of love   You never wanted me, But I sure as hell wanted you...


By Camryn Brakmann, Reporter

May 3, 2017

Red. It had never been a color that caught my eye in any particular fashion before. It was a simple color, although one that literature has morphed into a paradox, seeing as symbolism would dictate that it is the loyal companion to romance and passion and the warmth of the heart; however, simultaneously, ...

“Paint me Pretty”

By Kristen Krobot, Reporter

May 3, 2017

Maybe it was a hurricane                                               I became a mess of dark colors Maybe it was a wrong turn                                           All blotchy and dirty Maybe it was you                               ...

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