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Human Race

Human Race

Naisha Roy, Copy Editor April 25, 2021

I’ve always thought it funny That we call it the human race What, pray tell, are we running from?   And what, pray tell, Are we running for?   Tomorrow is the light...

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The suburbs

The suburbs

Maggie Craig, Features Editor April 22, 2021

 Many suburban children have dreams of making it big Of leaving our slow suburban town. To get away from the white fences With their shiny faces and high school diplomas in hand The shiny...

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Trust

Trust

Swetha Pendela, Contributing Poet April 15, 2021

 Trust is a game You think this one person Could hold all your pain Your sorrows Your misery And even your gains But in every game there is a winner And those who trust Sadly, They lose...

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Following you

Following you

Rasagna Vuppala, Contributing Poet April 13, 2021

I think about you Every moment I’m alone. I stuck to you like glue And now you’re gone. I think about you Every time the chair rocks. I now lay defeated Unable to handle this roadblock. I...

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Haikus

Haikus

Shani Lam, Contributing Poet April 13, 2021

Coffee Fresh, Bittersweet drink Aroma fills the morning My day begins now.   Spring Buds begin to bloom Weather becomes warm and cool Chirping and whistling   Lotus Blooms...

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Dancing Willow

Dancing Willow

Shani Lam, Contributing Poet April 2, 2021

I was trying to describe you to someone several days ago. You’re not loud and optimistic like I am. I couldn’t say “You were a mini version of me, except that you were shorter than me by a loaf...

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Mortal

Mortal

Shani Lam, Contributing Poet March 25, 2021

 Do they ever want to live a mortal life? Worrying about being sick and ill And becoming part of the aging process? Poseidon drinking water from the nearby fountain rather than nectars from divine...

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The Decay of the South

The Decay of the South

Ryan Bohn, Contributing Poet March 25, 2021

Just past Terminus, the Peach blossoms of the Fertile plains, tan people Like the color of a Brown Thrasher. The cookies and pie My Grandma always made Herself, from scratch, when, The grandkids...

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It feels Good outside...

It feels Good outside…

Brantley Jenkins, Columns Editor March 16, 2021

The rushing water before me streams by without a thought without a care. Wind blows in cool, lengthy zephyrs. Overhead, the sun beams down on the lustrous world around, the water swirling...

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America

America

Shani Lam, Contributing Poet March 15, 2021

Sunlight beamed through the trees, shined onto the damp soil, touching green sprouts in the Rocky Mountains, nurturing ears of wheat in the Great Plains, spreading lives to greens through the...

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I will never weep away

I will never weep away

Sahana Krishnan, Contributing Poet March 13, 2021

We reap what we sow, We climb towards gold, We manifest for our souls, But only to move our goals.   My mother sees my potential, My father uplifts my knowledge, Together...

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I sometimes see people

I sometimes see people

Naisha Roy, Copy Editor March 9, 2021

Hear the author read their poem!  I sometimes see people as ballpoint pens Skipping over letters  More indentation than ink Until one day the staining spreads   I sometimes...

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