March 20, 2023
Providence College's Student-Run Newspaper Since 1935
by Sam Ward ’21 The only thing I fear are these perishable thoughts. I grasp onto them like they are golden-tipped winged shoes fluttering above my halo’d mind. I clutch them close like the cross my grandfather bore around his neck, falling gracefully over his beating chest. I behold them like Eris’s apple, the idyllic […]
by Kate Ward ’23 Dear Kate, You’re now almost done with your freshman year of high school. It’s been a long and winding road full of trials and tribulations, but you made it through, even when you thought you wouldn’t. I’m proud of you. Fourteen is a tough age and you’ve made it. I’m writing […]
by Jay Willett ’20 Moss beams teal, tides crash sloping soliloquies, withdraws, slicing bay reefs sucking out to Adrian. Slime crawls up poles, infecting, seeping, into designed drains. Concrete, salt cracks finish, a sand texture feeling by foot—barefoot. Perhaps it’s selfish to think your happiness is a salvation. I’m not so foolish as to believe […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 A great blessing And a great curse Choose what is best Choose what is worst. Your decision In good and bad Choose the happy Choose the sad. Follow a path Go and embark Choose what is light Choose what is dark.
Go to Namibia (they have a significant cheetah population) Go to your bed/hibernate Go to any place that has better food than Ray Fyre Festival Buy a ranch in the old country Go to space (the final frontier) Hop the fence and explore Father Shanley’s house Do your taxes File your FAFSA Go down a […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I just woke up, and I wish I didn’t. I’m covered in Mondoz ranch dressing and I might’ve stolen a poster from them. I even called them the other night to say hi. I think I have a problem. What do I do? Regretfully, Mondoz Maniac Dear Mondiac, Admitting you […]
by Kate Ward ’23 “I got you a present.” His voice was muffled, one hand pressed against the glass, the other behind his back. I took off my mask and looked at him intently. “If it’s another mask I’m going to be mad.” I laughed a little. It had been sixteen years since the initial […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 Is it bad that I can feel the echoes of your sorrow coming off of you, as I glide over the scars on your arm? Is it bad that I can touch your distress as my fingers run through your hair? Is it bad that I can sense your anguish pulsing […]
by Jay Willett ’20 “Cheers,” she raised her wine glass, “to being single on this lovely Valentine’s Day!” We clinked and took our first sips of the red wine I bought for seven bucks at Shaw’s. She wrinkled her nose and gasped. “That’s bitter!” “Wine can’t be bitter.” I grinned. “Well, it is!” I nodded […]