The voice of the students

The Catamount

The voice of the students

The Catamount

The voice of the students

The Catamount

The Giant

Phebe Emmanuel, Reporter, Poet, Copy Editor May 20, 2022

My roots  Have slithered down Slinked underground From this Black girl in Seattle  To the giant Of Africa   Where the blood runs hot and the sun even hotter Where mistempered...

Walking the Line

Phebe Emmanuel , Reporter, Poet, Copy Editor February 11, 2022

Maami My mother Sings in a tongue I knew but Along this journey  Of walking the line between  One too many worlds  Have forgotten Its hold on me  Never fading   Always...

Perfect Imperfections

Joseph Riggio, Reporter, Poet February 11, 2022

Some are deaf and hear the world. Some are blind and see the future. Some are crippled and walk 'till the end. Others are religious and commit every sin.   Some are weak and lend a...

Ducks in a Row

Halli Conom, Reporter May 27, 2021

People keep telling me “Get your ducks in a row” and sometimes, I feel like telling them that it’s okay for them to wander.    Why should it matter if all of my ducks are...

Burst Your Bubble

Halli Conom, Reporter May 27, 2021
Sorry to burst your bubble. 

Heartless:

Joseph Riggio, Guest Writer November 6, 2020

Contemplating on speaking tongue, From heart or from soul? Suppose a soul is all I possess, For my heartless beats long How hath a heart without a heart? A beat with no flow? I speak, I think,...

Back To the Stars

Joseph Riggio, Guest Writer November 6, 2020

Commits and cosmos, Covering nights. Stars and wishes, Covering images. Dreams and desires, Often start from inner fire. Burning, and fading, All signs of struggling. Keep your head up, A...

Consistency:

Joseph Riggio, Guest Writer November 6, 2020

Land moves past, Water goes under Sky is still above Trees grow further Under a useful bridge Climbing a useful ramp Inside a useful engine On a useful seat "Consistency" Muttered I Gazing...

Art of The Performance

Joseph Riggio, Guest Writer November 6, 2020

Honorable folks die facing war. That’s all that shall be said. No rhythm, nor rhyme. No beat to persuade. Honorable folks die facing truth. That’s all that shall be recalled. No scheme, nor...

Lament for the Languished

Halli Conom, Reporter November 6, 2020

So what? Do what you please. I will stand idly by. You scream “how Can such things Come to an end” But Darling, All the good things Die young. And even in love, you see, Fades away. Like...

Summer Sensibility

Halli Conom, Reporter November 6, 2020

In the very late night Early morning The world seems to slow Gracing us with feeble rays Of light in a new perspective Pink and orange paint The pale sky Sun peaks through the blinds Dancing...

Regression’s Requiem

Halli Conom, Reporter November 6, 2020

I want to hate the hope that ails you, A bittersweet wound in an unforgiving sky. I want to sing the songs of countries in valley folds, With bloodstained lips from love-lettered lies Do not tell...

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