Underneath, we still feel the pain It’s like fire chewing on wood Yet each morning we hide the flames Acting…
Variety
There are too many words and yet never enough. Too many roles to reveal But never adjectives descriptive enough A…
By Avery Ellfeldt ’19 A windy day, 68 degrees, my favorite song is playing and a whole lot more than…
thoughts scrawl across the inside of my skull wrapping around and around me they sit, simmering in the half-baked sincerity…
Let’s not pretend it was something it really wasn’t. It wasn’t old friends catching up, new friends getting to know…