Slipping in the snow-covered leaves? Mud splattered on my knees? The wind whipping through the air? The cemetery lying bare? I long for more woods…
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Both metaphorically and literally Slayage is a metric that only seems to grow in importance. In case you weren’t aware, the LGBTQ+ community is full…
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Oh to be a bird: an observer, completely unaware of myself except to feed and to fly which I would do just enough to stay…
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Roe v. Wade: Why You Should Be Angry
by Quincey Fireside October 5, 2022There has been a shift in the mood of people across the country who might one day find themselves in the position of needing or…
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The thing at the top of the stairs The person at the bottom of the stairs The contact between the thing at the top of…
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Mer Curious was an ordinary individual. He woke up every day at 6 a.m. to go to work, and he came home at 6 p.m.…
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Andrew Tate and the Indoctrination of Young Boys
by Sofia Nolfo October 5, 2022Boys Will Be… Radicalized Online? Andrew Tate, Men and the Alt-Right Internet, and How it all Hurts Women “I was getting on a plane and…
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words are tools. [i think we forget this.] we place them in specific and precise patterns and know that the order serves a purpose. [just…
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I knew I should’ve been happy for him. After all, he was my only son and I’ve made it clear from the time he was…
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Why am I still crunching sand between my teeth and digging it out from underneath my nails? I gargle with granules in every sip I…