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How Do We Learn?
By Logan Hampsey Not even a year has passed since “it” came. What seemed like comedy, turned into reality. My fellow students and teachers, how will education continue? We wake up to a new routine […]
Poem
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“Insane”, A Poem
By Saelly Soriano All I see are wallsFour of themWindows to the outside worldI cannot step foot in I see hardwood floorsInstead of grass or concrete I try to envision a skyThe faucet leaking, that’s […]
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“Mama (My Heroine),” A Poem
By Tyanna McCaulsky She is the joy that fills A room that consumes the unhappy She is a lending hand to the hopeless A pillow that entails indescribable peace to my soul A gifted hand […]
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“Changeless Orion,” A Poem
By Robert Racicot I walk empty, quiet streets, each house aglow in blue, airwaves bursting with isolation. Moon rises early, growing super pink, soon the wild creeping phlox will wake. What we call tomorrow will […]
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“Quarantine,” A Poem
By Isabelle Fox I’m stuck at home, cut off from all my friends. It sucks; it burns a fire in my soul. When will this fucking isolation end? Before I lose my sanity in whole? […]
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“EXIT,” A Poem
By Tyanna McCaulsky Subtle FolkloresFictional Stories from the Drug WarDevious lies, Ignorant MentorsWhy is he hereWho are you speaking for?Cheap educationIs this it for the poor?The pandemonium, I can’t ignoreOur Politicians and their obnoxious uproarMedia […]
Campus
“Much and Nothing”: Notes from the Normal School #13, May
By Nicole O’Connell In this column, Nicole deciphers Victorian cursive and explores old class diaries to see what students were up to in the early days of Worcester State. “Much and Nothing” refers one diarist’s […]
Creative Writing
If Only a Rose Could Talk
By Sarah Tonkin I was walking home one nightDown the familiar laneWhen I saw something in the lightRuined from the rain A singular red roseLay flattened and dejectedFrom a lover, I supposeA lover that was […]
Creative Writing
They Used to Call Me Father
By Tony Dupre They used to call me Father.Long hours in small boxes,listening to the transgressions of strangers,listening intently. I’d say the same things, a droning sound;“Say three Hail Marys and beg for forgiveness.”then absolve […]
Creative Writing