August 3, 2020

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Nov.07, 2013

    Tiffany & Earl: Cold and Confused

    Dear Tiffany and Earl, Last weekend I found myself lost in the Providence Place Mall going on the biggest shopping spree that my poor college student budget allowed. My favorite purchase, by far, was a long black trench coat. I…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.07, 2013

    The Post-Modern Sonnet

    by Amanda Brown ’14 Portfolio Staff Oh Sonneteers, they think they are so wise, With talk of love and sleep and souls and beauty, Of gods in heavens high above demise, But I, I know their secret masked by duty…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.07, 2013

    Listomania: The Best of the Worst

    Is it raining, or did a bird just poop on my head? Is that sauce on your face, or is that a birthmark? Do you mean you don’t want to be with me now, or you don’t want to be…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.07, 2013

    The Rights of Mortal Men

    by Mason Sciotti ’15 Portfolio Editor “Just what the hell are we building, anyway?” I turned to the worker next to me, as if I expected him to have the answer, as if I expected him to answer at all.…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.07, 2013

    Writer’s Block: Two writers, One line

    by Justin Fernandez ’15 Asst. Portfolio Editor Tinfoil ceilings stretch across The roof above our heads; Tinfoil walls wrap around The places we call home. Tinfoil homes to keep in the heat Of warm summer days, And keep out the…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.07, 2013

    Artificial Hearts

    by Melanie Souchet ’14 Portfolio Staff Humans were always simplifying or romanticizing his thought processes. It wasn’t a source of real frustration; however, he would call it an annoyance (annoyance: negative reaction to unpleasant situations/individuals/actions that cause minor inconvenience). RAY-1045…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    Stronger

      The heroes are standing

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  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    From the Internet, With Love

    It was a perfect storm of coincidence. My aunt just happened to go to Scotland and happened to meet this woman on the train. They just happened to hit it off and my aunt just happened to discover that her new friend had a son my age. “He sounded very sweet, and he likes some of the same shows you like,” she told me as she handed me a piece of paper with his address. “You should write to him.”

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  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    This is the Title

    This would be the first of mine And this would be the second line Perhaps ideally they would rhyme If I were a poet.

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  • Portfolio | Apr.25, 2013

    All These Broken Things

     

      The morning’s sun-kissed breath envelops my skin And warms my frigid, frozen fingertips, As flowers bloom and burst in her green eyes.

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