Regina Robert, Contributing Writer
• August 30, 2022
I’m a child
I’m young and inexperienced
I’m naive and guidable
Easy to fool
Easy to lie to
For lies will always be truth to me
I just want to be taken care of
Someone to care...
A period marks the end of a sentence,
the end of thought,
“The End!”
what a monstrous fate;
but that’s just it,
one ending does not a conclusion make:
it doesn’t mark...
Chilling, sterile, recycled air
enveloping me like a thin blanket on a wintery night.
Bright, cold, hospitalic hallway ... it
It didn't seem this cold before.
It wasn't this cold before.
It...
Jada Thomas, Copyediting Coordiantor
• April 12, 2022
I’ve never believed in my ability to climb the stairs.
The ones I’ve always been warned to avoid,
the ones people have told me measure nothing of my worth,
but I can’t stop them from...
My friend, Kurt, and I
cruise at 110 down a small stretch
of our glorious nation’s
arteries,
made fatty and cramped
by the gluttonous years.
My view is accented by
Kurt’s blood-curdling...
A rose is a rose
Is a rose is a rose.
A rose rose in defiance
From cracks in the road,
A rose helped a man
To charm his betrothed
That one fateful evening
On...
I honestly just hate you right now.
I hate that you didn’t choose me.
I hate that it’s not me that you love more.
And I hate that I’m mature enough to realize that it’s not you I hate.
I...
Jada Thomas, Copyediting Coordinator
• February 8, 2022
how does one cope with the reality
that they’ll never be the person
somebody chooses to love?
and i don’t mean your friends
who you can’t believe you’re
lucky enough...
Why can’t I cry anymore?
I used to be able to.
I used to weep as I passed through
The double-door threshold of Middle school, charging into waters
Much better charted than those...
One night as I lay in bed,
When the room was quiet but my mind was not
A jarring reality hit me
I’m getting older
Feeling distance tear away at the friendships
That I left back...
January 30th, 2021
I got a scrape today
I fell right off my bike
And tumbled to the pathway
Of a thousand tiny knives
From canyons on my arm
Flowed snaking tears of...
