by Marelle Hipolito ’22 It was a Thursday morning when the second grade substitute went through the roster. “Lianne?” Yes, that’s me. But that’s my first name. I go by Marelle, my middle name. That afternoon I asked my mother why. “Mama, why am I called Marelle? Everyone at school goes by their first […]
Things to do over the long weekend: Attempt to salvage my grades Take the plastic wrap off of those textbooks Catch up on shows I’ve missed Binge watch Too Hot to Handle Make arts and crafts Catch up on all of The Cowls from this semester Actually buy groceries to cook real food Finally pick […]
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 The gray Nor’easter clouds block out the sun, And biting winds turn all our faces red. For one day, the snow’s white, the weekend’s fun, The mattresses are dragged outside as sleds. But frostbite stings, snow turns to gray from white; Even hot chocolate from Dunks can’t warm our […]
by Max Gilman ’25 you became my orbit my normal, now you don’t know what to say neither do i i never really knew what to tell you if i had, i wouldn’t be here these fingers have never been too good at reaching for what they need. except when the item […]
by Fiona Clarke ’23 I am having doubts about feminism. My concern is that when women rise to power, beer will lose its place in our society. One of the saddest realizations I have had in my time at Providence College is that most girls don’t like beer. I suppose I should offer a disclaimer […]
by Aidan Lerner ’22 The Pauper burst out of the foliage, his makeshift chainmail clanking and disturbing the Sphinx’s slumber. His armor was singed, and he was walking with a limp. The Sphinx got to her feet slowly to block his path. “Who dares cross?” she snarled. “I do,” the Pauper replied, “and I […]
Even if you don’t have a Valentine today, You’ll have half-priced candy tomorrow. Sarah McLaughlin ’23 Are you a bank loan? Because you have my interest. Kate Ward ’23 Forever thanks to my very best friend for all of our memories! Without you, I wouldn’t know the very best of me. Marelle Hipolito […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 Content warning: This poem contains themes of death and suicide. Both of my parents teased their death. One friend took their death and plastered it onto every wall of my life. I had my very own half death, one at twelve, another at fifteen––I am starting to think these events are […]
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 Why do I always end up wanting to punch myself in the face after making small talk? This new girl comes into work, and I ask her if it’s still raining because I’m leaving, and she says no, and so I stuff my raincoat into my backpack, awkwardly crouching over in […]
by AJ Worsley ’22 Conspiracies roll around in my mind as I do in my bed. Another night where I cannot fall asleep. I turn on my fan for noise but I am not warm, so I aim it towards the ceiling. There’s something about my bedroom that has never felt so unfamiliar before. My […]