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rumination [narrative]

Under the moon, I do not sleep. I gnaw at my fingernails. I fix my sights on an indifferent body. I invent words for myself that will never leave these walls. I recite them, letting each syllable linger a second longer than necessary. I put ink to paper, which is to say I dream with my eyes wide open. ...


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everybody’s walking in twos [narrative]

I used to be quite good at being alone. I almost preferred it—yearned for it, even. It bewilders me now, the ease with which I once sought solitude. During the world's most ungodly period of isolation (the pandemic), I managed, perversely, to intensify it. While the rest of my family huddled around ...


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lindemann’s bathroom canned audio experience [lifestyle]

A building that one passes nearly every day, just on the commute to South Campus from North Campus, to North Campus from South Campus. One that many students (myself included) seem to use solely as a tool to check their reflection before heading to class, sneaking that furtive glance and playing it ...


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"amazing grace" [A&C]

When my kindergarten class gathered on the rainbow rug each morning to recite the Pledge of Allegiance, I hid between the legs of my pee-wee classmates. Picking at the rhinestones on my friend’s Twinkle Toes sneakers, I watched the neon-green skinny kid squirm until our teacher gave him a red card. ...


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triple point [lifestyle]

My ice powers have lain dormant for years. Yet, when news of last week’s blizzard hit Providence, I could feel them stirring. Knowing that these college years will be among my last unburdened by driveway shoveling, I promised myself I’d make the most of the storm. And so, I laid out my heavy-duty ...


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poems i will never publish [A&C]

Over winter break, I began writing poems. This was unusual behavior for me. As I wrote in one such poem, “When I first met the poem / I remember hating it more than the illness that was in my body at that time / That made all the adults around me act so / Weird.” Specifically, I resent how “Poems ...


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power play [narrative]

Recently, two friends and I put on different variations of 24-inch-long wigs and danced around a basement. Mine was dark at the root, metallic blonde, semi-chic, like Gaga in her meat dress. The wigs were heavy and sliding down our foreheads, shedding strands like molting animals onto the oak-stained ...


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ask the question [post-pourri]

Another year, another lonely Valentine’s Day. I’ll be in my room, watching YouTube and scrolling on Instagram, while all the couples around me reenact the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti scene on Federal Hill. Marriage Pact may not be your style, but that doesn’t mean you have to be alone on the ...


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angel in the snow [feature]

After a deep snowfall, the streets, the cars, the neighborhoods, the trees—really everything—is completely buried. Schools are closed. Time itself is forced into a pause, and by the simple fact of the fall, we are forced into stasis. Snow plows groan awake, narrowing our world to our homes, our ...



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