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How to be Knocked Down a Peg

by Ben McTaggart | Mar 23, 2020 | Creative Nonfiction, In Print, Student Opinion | 0

There is nothing quite like a good failing: a failing grade, failing health, failed relationships,...

Facebook Announces Steps to Avoid Misinformation in 2020 US Election

by Zoe McKenna | Feb 24, 2020 | Features, In Print, News | 0

Several months ago, Facebook announced that they would be making efforts to claim responsibility for their impact and influence as a major world platform.

Robbery

by Kiara Strijack | Feb 24, 2020 | In Print, Literature, Poetry | 0

Colored eggs lay nestled under the trees outside my window. Sleep lingered on my tongue ...

This Woman is Free

by Jenna Leigh Morgan | Feb 24, 2020 | In Print, Literature, Poetry | 0

How do you live so freely? So untangled from societal reigns? Well, my mother taught me the...

Imagine Dragons – Whatever it Takes: A Ballad for the Digital Age

by Nolan Duke | Feb 24, 2020 | Features, In Print | 0

Life is not meant to be lived in the fast lane, forever chasing that next hit of adrenaline.

Impressions of Japan

by Robert Bowerman | Nov 12, 2019 | In Print, Poetry | 0

Shinkansen Silent sleek ghost train Slices through so much busyness; Inside all is calm. Tokyo...

Malecon Quinceanera

by Robert Bowerman | Sep 27, 2019 | In Print, Literature, Poetry | 0

The chrome Indian head of a black ’49 Pontiac Chieftain Coupe, shimmers in the late afternoon sun. My Dad had one fifty years ago; it had leaky brakes and sometimes he had to angle it against the curb to stop it. It must have...

When I Stopped Clapping

by Robert Bowerman | Sep 27, 2019 | In Print, Literature, Poetry | 0

In a one-room schoolhouse a cast iron pot belly stove burned through great stacks of wood and sometimes mice whose necks had snapped in shiny steel traps. We all cheered and clapped when our hero dangled them by their...

Glitter

by Maria Elsser | Sep 24, 2019 | Fiction, In Print, Literature | 0

It took Lydia five minutes to pry Pointer away from the door, where he growled and barked incessantly. With one hand buried in his silken gold coat she cracked the door with the other, the dog howling in distress. “Can’t you...