by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 The Mind does interesting things when you’re trying to keep certain thoughts from it. Like a genie, it can give you that wish of eternal life in the form of cancer. “That part of you will never die!” the man in the lamp assures you, as you slowly metastasize […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’21 I hate being sensitive to normal things because of abnormal situations And I hate looking deeper into what’s meant to be surface-level interpretations Jokes and side notes, thinking every mirror has smoke Every double take and I go a little bit more insane I hate that my friends don’t hear me […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, My friends convinced me to download Tinder. How do I make sure people swipe right? -Hopefully Funny, but Also Kinda Ugly Dear Ugly and Kinda Funny, Isn’t it obvious? Get a pic of Bradley Cooper and catfish them! You and I both know that the only “rights” your face would get […]
My mozz sticks got cold. Um, I’m kind of…stuck. In the flame. My syllabus says that Tuesday is a Monday schedule. I called Fix-It two months ago and they still haven’t come. A squirrel jumped out of a trash can just to stare at me. My professor just said “semester-long group projects.” I saw Friar […]
by Sam Pellman ’20 It was a humid and sticky day. The clouds were just starting to move, and the sun was beginning to peek through. I parked in my normal spot and immediately felt the hot air on my body. “Ugh, can’t wait to sweat all day today,” I thought to myself, […]
by Jessica Polanco ’20 Sweet, was the Sunday I remembered Like a feather, I laid On the indulgences of quietness And joy A black bird approached my presence Told me I’d never forget this day Because it was the day you passed away Everything related to all I knew Everything related to me gone and […]
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 […]