by Julia Zygiel ’19 She was a party girl and no one knew why. She was just an anxious, quiet kind of person, someone who would shoulder all of your burdens for an hour-long drunken conversation and then shrug off into the next room, desperate to be invisible again. She wasn’t the anxious-but-calms-with-drugs-and-alcohol type either. […]
by Erin Venuti ’20 The day the words died, I felt everything. Beneath my paper skin, I sensed the germ set in And the illness begin, Corrupting all forms of word, Noun, preposition, Adjective, and verb. Beneath my paper skin, I felt The pulse ceasing To beat beat. Beat beat. The syllables decreasing. Beat, beat. […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, What should I do to make this semester my best one yet? Sincerely, Thirsty for Knowledge Dear Thirsty for Knowledge, Buy all your textbooks, binders, and Five Star notebooks from the bookstore for all your classes. Organize your desk real nice with a Providence College calendar, pens and pencils, and […]
Driving Five Hours to See College Friends Broken AC Units Paying to Park at the Beach Sharing the Car with Your Siblings Spending All of Your Free Time with Your Parents Working 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. for Minimum Wage Seeing Everyone You Tried to Avoid in High School Having Different Days Off Than Your […]
by Jessica Polanco ’20 Everyone dreads the feeling, But they truly never know what it feels like. It isn’t even a feeling, It’s just something that happens. When you get over an argument, You don’t even remember the exact time you did But you did. And it just happened. When something dries up, After getting […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 In a mirror, the reflection is clear. The image shows perfection. I look just how I hoped I’d appear I can’t think of any objections. The reflection sends me back to the past To the moments when I laugh and love. All the connections […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’21 It was many summers ago Never forgotten, always remembered: gut feeling of the end coming before the snap crack and cry of pain, landing on impact an injury so defeating there was no game to play no win or lose, just over a broken bone, a broken heart impossible to put […]
by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 “Boom, then crash The shattering of glass” Strange fruit hanging and you expect us to forget the past? Even though I saw my Momma in shackles at four, You really believe equality is an unnecessary bore? How quick to forget you are, truly, how fast. Who of you haven’t thought that […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I only have $10 left on my card; how do I make it through finals week without starving? Sincerely, Will Do Things For Money Dear Penniless Person, You starve. I know that’s tough to hear, but that may be what you have to do!! Because if you’re anything like me, […]