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“Torch Titan,...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• March 24, 2023
I dedicate this poem to the strong women in my life.
To my Great Grandmother
Who lived her life in one town.
Who worked day and night,
Unseen and unheard.
Who cared for her family...
I grew up in a Mexican family with Mexican food, Mexican values, and the main language of Mexico. I would be just a normal Mexican girl living the typical Mexican lifestyle if it weren't for the soil I...
A silver circuit rounds the moon
Satellites say it’ll be here soon;
Frenzied voices, “it’s the end!”
And then the ship starts to descend…
The skies are clear; it’s landing...
Aeiress Stancil, Arts and Entertainment Editor
• February 1, 2023
Ingredients
Filling:
A few too many Bad Apples
2 heaping cups of Ignorance
5 TBSPs of Self-righteousness
3.5 pounds of pure Hate
¾ cup of Fear
A pinch Arrogance
Crust:
9 oz. of Colonization
1...
Everyone plays a role
In this movie called life.
Yet I can’t seem to find
My role.
Perhaps I am not meant for any
Role.
Background character?
No, that doesn’t seem right.
Is...
A collection of words regarding those we have yet to call friends
Surgery in the supermarket
The loneliness hit me on that particular day;
When driving home I realized my mouth...
Kelley Calvillo, Opinion and Creative Writing Editor
• December 20, 2022
I rot as I ripen.
A brown apple on the ground
that used to swell with juice in every crevice.
I will be wrinkled and dry,
and who will love me then?
He slips a lock of my hair
between...
I rarely wear them.
The clasp gets jammed and the string is worn,
But the shiny eyes remind me of her—
Of all of them—the women that came before,
So I persist until the pieces sigh together.
Mama...
Three old men live in my house,
Their presence I can't deny.
Although they’re ignored
And often very bored,
They never cease to abide.
Three old men live in my house,
One...
Audrey Weaver, Creative Writing Editor
• December 2, 2022
The sun was merciless today. It was a challenge to keep her eyes open and even more so to put one foot in front of the other. Mama would be mad at her if she was late again but what could she do? Walking...
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