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Oct232025Route 201

Pieces of the sky float down to the earth in little white specks, piling up on the road in front...

Sydney Cloutier ’27

Oct232025The Comfort Sip

The first sip,I drink in solace.Piping hot,sweet cream, coats my throat. The mug burns,there’s a slight bitterness.It’s only real,it’s only...

Grace Pappadellis ’29

Oct232025The Traveler

by Ella Bloom ’27 on October 23, 2025

The lonesome traveler
With only his pack to tie him to the earth
Sees the tracks of those who came before
Yet decides to turn the opposite way
He carves his footprints into the land
The same way the bear digs his claws into the bark
I own this land
Each step says

He knows not of this world
Of the grasses that have grown long before he swept through them
Of the branches that have extended from the trees long before they fed his fire
Of the water that has traveled thousands of miles long before reaching his lips

He knows not of the land
And its withstanding grace
Of its willingness to remain within time, within place
He sees the deer and wonders which will be the first to go
Yet their tracks are his only hope of finding life amidst the snow

He does not stop to breathe
Does not pause in the least
Like the harsh hand of winter he never seems to cease
In his pollution
His destruction
Of a world we’ll never know
A world of plains and streams and farmlands oversown
He believes his footprints are a God-given right,
Are the freedom that bobs above him like a kite
For the beauty of an untouched world is no different than a bountiful tree
A potential that many may conquer
Yet few will ever see.

Oct92025Sunset

Sun melts to skyBowing downBleeding her orangeEnding a day of shine Can life’s decline be as beautifulSink back from which we cameBorn tall, forced to shrink Watch one person fade to nightSadly over, but glimmering in ripplesStars remind us of the sky’s refusal to cease I will trace constellations how I trace our memoriesPainting the […]
Anna Gambone ’27

Oct92025This is not a drill, I repeat, This is not a drill

As a child, you imagined what would happen if a shooter came into your classroom right in the middle of Mrs. Knox’s lesson on long division, and how you would pick up the chair closest to you, and your adrenaline would kick in, and you’d hit him over the head and knock him out, and […]
Riley Londraville ’27

Oct92025Quiet Indifference

Your expression,your countenance,I can read you.You’re a book, but let’s watch a film. Hushed, even, tranquil.Repetitive fluttering,the television lightens your face.Beaming, blinking, a quiet smile, indifferent. We’ll never speak enough,and we live in the bleakness,somehow comforted by shared sorrows.Your intrigue— Nothing and everything.You follow the broadcasted voices,but I wish you’d follow mine.Lounge clothes, or a […]
Grace Pappadellis ’29

Oct22025Listomania

What To Do For Parent’s Weekend *Listomania is satirical piece that does not reflect the views of Providence College or The Cowl.
Emma Cody

Oct22025Tiffany & Earl

Making PC an emotionally stable place one letter at a time Dear Tiff and Earl, I need advice about a girl.There is a girl in my Civ class that I like, but I’m not sure if she likes me back. We’ve made eye contact three times this semester so I think it’s clear that she […]
Emma Cody

Oct22025Forever in the Yard

A breeze formulating, as soft as a cloth, you wipe away my tears, you settle my shaking bones. Out in the sun, ice cold sips of water, your hand warms my skin just the same. Laughter prances across the yard, we share the same smile. The grass beneath my bare feet; I’ll be home forever. Until a brisk night falls, we’ll share the shiny stories, the […]
Grace Pappadellis ’29

Oct22025On Time

I’ve gotten so used to digital clocks it often takes me a few seconds to read an analog clock on a wall. And by the time I’ve read it, the time I was trying to tell has passed, and now I am stuck trying to tell how much time has passed from then until now, […]
Sydney Cloutier ’27