September 30, 2020

Posts from "Comics and Drawings"

  • Comics and Drawings | Jan.30, 2020

    The Friar Boys

    by Mark Fairchild ’20

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  • Comics and Drawings | Jan.30, 2020

    Chuckleheadz Watching the Super Bowl

    by Mark Fairchild ’20

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  • Features | Jan.30, 2020

    Listomania: Other ways Ray could have listened

    Move the pizza again (it’s messing with my feng shui) Bring back the panini station Give me iced tea or give me death Paint it in a neoclassical style Carpet all of Ray (and I mean all of it) Have…

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  • Features | Jan.30, 2020

    Tiff and Earl

    Dear Tiff and Earl, I was late to my class one morning, and when I arrived there were no seats in the room. I had to sit in the corner next to the professor by myself like a fool. What…

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  • Portfolio | Jan.16, 2020

    It Wasn’t a Dream

      The following piece includes a discussion of sexual assault and the subsquent mental and emotional impact it may have on survivors. Discretion is advised.  by Connor Zimmerman ’20 I stand there in the corner absorbing everything around me. The…

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  • Poetry | Jan.16, 2020

    The Looff Carousel

    by Gabriela Baron ’20 I remember Mom hoisting me onto a porcelain pony: her flowery perfume swaddled me. I was strapped in safely; Mom blurred as my pony pranced. Her flowery perfume wafted through the air as the pony touched…

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  • Poetry | Jan.16, 2020

    wet sand is stuck in my hair

    by Marelle Hipolito ’22 wet sand is stuck in my hair but I’m too busy waiting for a shooting star to get it out “look, one just passed by!” I turn to you and say “love bug, did you see…

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  • Poetry | Jan.16, 2020

    Little Candle

    by Sarah Heavren ’21 There was a little candle That came into my life. And from this little candle Came a beautiful light Its flame emits a warm glow That brings light to the dark. The little flame lets me…

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  • Poetry | Jan.16, 2020

    Light Brown Blanket

    by Grace O’Connor ’22 The sun shined on his ruby fur His eyes carried the last bit of life He was in pain but at ease As he laid flat on the floor I held his paw in my hand…

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  • Poetry | Jan.16, 2020

    These Trying Times Are Stagnant.

    by Sam Ward ’21 * I conquered moon cycles, fake news, reignited lighters with no signs, nowhere to hide, huh. It’s life, it’s all surprises, we live; the vibe is priceless. But when you rewrite the mileage, you see, these…

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