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Blackness in Residence

The Amistad sails a silent scream across the sea.  In its wake, a dark tapestry woven with violence.  Mouths in the hold lie open, inaudible, begging for the nothingness that is everything.    On this ship, terror lurks.  A violence … Read More

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Love Is

Love is an expression simple to understand but tough to maintain. It’s like a symphony of instruments  created individually but only complete together. The catch being that the notes are obscure. The sheet music is unscripted and all that’s left … Read More

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The Risk of Growing Old

What is the rush and rationale we feel to advance in our age?

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A Restaurant in Hayward

Mmm, linoleum floors, my favorite, I think.   It’s 7:30 am, according to the analog clock on the wall, and I’m officially pissed at being up this early  for my driver’s license exam.   “Window 10 is OPEN!” an older … Read More

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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight

A flight to the Caribbean to escape the confines of Princeton.

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Ammo

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Trapped

The tracing of distress tailored against the coarse lining ripples and bumps engulf flickers of dim hope. The clashing dissonance overwhelms one boundary, edging to the brim of its inverse. The tracing persists. Wrenching and tugging at seams of a … Read More

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Okro anaghi eto kari onye kuru ya

Ma snatched me out her stomach on a Wednesday. My first day as abrupt as it could be Gather the elders, gather the aunties. Ma didn’t plan on having me They sang a song to put her at ease Her … Read More

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An Unparalleled Catastrophe, Ancestral Wisdom Made Flesh

The human brain coevolved with the emergent faculties of language and storytelling. Memory and narrative are not merely byproducts of cognition; they are fundamental to how we organize experience across time.  For humans, the physical body does not precede the … Read More

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The Trial

In February, David Piegaro ’25 stood trial for allegedly assaulting a police officer during last
year’s encampment. Can we know what truly happened?

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Middle of Nowhere, Zen New Jersey

It’s all alphabet soup
in 12-pt font,
bitter black bleeding into vegetable stock —
A poem or two or three, falling into one another like bodies in orbit

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Flood: Full Design

The Nass is coming. Find a nice comfy ark and kick your feet up – it’s gonna be a while. Find an issue around campus, or look through the full design below.  

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