Creative Writing
“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 […]
poetry
Creative Writing
“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 […]
Creative Writing
“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? […]
Creative Writing
“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 […]
Creative Writing
The Best of the Worst—Plus One: Worst Love Poems 2020
Our writers tackled the daunting task of composing the grossest and most cringe-worthy poems for Valentine’s Day 2020. Competition was fierce! Who beat the rest of the competition and made our judges laugh or cry […]
Creative Writing
“The Spell”
By Tyanna McCaulsky Photo credit: Josh Catalano Just a kissGave the heart that one wishBlind eyes Devious liesWhat did I miss?Butterflies, my sunshine However, you weren’t actually mineHolding onto a thin lineThe pain, I don’t want to […]
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 […]
Arts & Entertainment
Visiting Poets at WSU
By Gabrielle Plainte On Sunday, April 7, a poetry reading took place in the Faculty Lounge of the Sullivan Building. People of all ages attended, some students, others pure lovers of poetry, and a few […]