by Emma McLaughlin ’20 – Creative Writing Contest Winner Your stare menaces from across the bed as I strain, choking on my words, to answer your questions. In my silence, you make me feel disbanded, shapeless without a label. Some construction of letters, he/she/they, for others to define me, ‘correctly’ discuss me. I grip the bedsheets […]
by Sarah Klema ’23 – Creative Writing Contest Winner Exposure to the elements has worn it thin. Now fragmented, forgotten, it fights to be rediscovered. Sulking at the bottom of the glassy rolling stream, a treasure lies in patient wait. Tarnished, wooden drawer knob of sorts, separated from its hollow body ages beyond telling–– antiquated. […]
by Nicole Patano ’22 – I’m an advocate of nonviolence, so I don’t want to keep beating the dead horse. Because the more we hear, the less we feel, the same we act. And we forget to react and retract. It’s a fact that our actions speak louder than our words. The silence is deafening. If […]
by Sam Ward ’21 How do we propel ourselves into the unknown? Without fear. Without doubt. How, without shaking in our skin at the thought of what could go wrong, or plucking heartstrings to play hopeful songs? How do we plunge into strange waters, when the thoughts are white noise? How do we pursue ambition’s […]
by Elizabeth McGinn ’21 Flashes whirling past, face pressed against the glass, eyes adjust to a moving landscape from a train. A glimpse at strange moments as we pass, waving adieu to the lonely buildings that remain. Littered with flecks of dust and drops of rain, the plexiglass portal offers rare sights to me, the […]
by Young, Dumb, and Broke ’20 This weekend, the Class of 2020 gathered together to celebrate their past three years in Friartown for the annual Senior Ring Weekend. Due to budget cuts, the biggest event of the weekend, the Saturday formal night, was moved from an off-campus venue to Raymond Dining Hall. The night included […]
Eaton Street Cafe Mozz Sticks Eau de Paul Rudd Nug day The Cowl fresh off the press Insomnia cookies Dunkin’ McPhail’s milkshakes (all of them in one candle with mix-ins) McDermott Nail polish remover Gasoline The smell of defeat Harry Styles’ unwashed hair Tide Pods (do not eat) The expired milk in my fridge Home […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, Help, my roommates think it’s too early to start decorating for Christmas, but I already put my tree up! Is my blow-up Santa too much? Sincerely, Stocking Stuffer Dear Stocking Stuffer, You’re merely temporarily relocating some of your possessions. Leave it open for interpretation. Plus, Christmas is about Jesus, so […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 It’s always darkest Before the dawn Darkness is still there Before it’s gone. There’s always the hope Of a new day. But there’s still the wait While the night fades. Good things are to come. There’s still the fight To get to the day, Escape the night. Darkness has become Like […]
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 I hear it as I push away the last needled branch that stands between me and the open clearing. I’ve always been fascinated by frogs. When I was two years old, toddling around barefoot in my backyard, I saw one for the first time. Somehow, my chubby, little hands managed to […]