The Catamount

Augustus Caesar – Poetry

Aurelia Stokke • March 15, 2023

I have brought glory to Rome. And though my friends have fallen, I bear no brute on my chest For I rise above them mercilessly, It’s their final time to rest. Julius...

Quiet Queer Apocalypse – Poetry

Norma Lin • March 7, 2023

No magpies bridged the Milky Way, but this greater flame came and ate our nebula of simmering, shimmering miseries. What are we now, void history? Acid burned our hands...

Whale Fall – Poetry

Norma Lin • February 8, 2023

Dies behemoth of the ocean Where it is cold and deep and open. Plunging past the twilight zone; Drifts where sun has never shone. In abyssopelagic darkness, She intrudes...

He flocks alone in the dark of night, Chilling the townspeople with deathly fright. A bloody stump atop a human body. And his billowing cape, gory and gaudy He’s come to steal you from your abode. His...

Fall Poetry: you’re not falling, the leaves are

Phebe Emmanuel • October 30, 2022

you’re not falling, the leaves are. they’re tuning bright red like the pain that rages inside of you, but the difference is that they are rotting away and you are not. you are just beginning to bloom....

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...