poems through puberty Posted on February 27, 2020February 27, 2020 by Malini Narayan a retrospective, a cringe compilation
The Sound of Silence: What Happened to Art Garfunkel? Posted on May 14, 2019May 14, 2019 by Sara Caskey What happened to Paul Simon's "Other Half," Garfunkel? Where is he wandering now? Did he reach the troubled water only to find there was, in...
9 Bad, Minimalist, Instagram-Worthy Poems From Spring Weekend Posted on April 29, 2019April 29, 2019 by Allie Arnold I promise I'm not trying to make fun of Rupi Kaur. Her poems are fine, and you all need to grow up. This is just...
To Meme, or Not To Meme: A Collection of Meme-Related Haikus Posted on March 21, 2017 by Allie Greenberg Memes: a form of art Speaks for a generation Good move, Internet. Open up your heart Tag me to tell me your all We...
It Came to Me in a Dream Posted on November 21, 2016November 21, 2016 by Allie Arnold Have you ever had those dreams where all of your teeth fall out? Where you’re flying? Being chased by something? Have you ever had those...
A Day In the Life On the Hill, In Haiku Posted on October 17, 2016October 17, 2016 by Sarah Clapp I sit by Blueno with my blueberry bagel, bought from the Blue Room. +++ Back row of lecture, I see a couple kissing. Too early for...
Some Sad Couplets from the Apple in my Fridge. Posted on April 12, 2016May 10, 2016 by Nicole Martinez What I thought would be a regular ol’ Tuesday afternoon, filled with inappropriately timed naps and scheduled mental breakdowns, was sent for a whirl when...
Erotic Fridge Poetry Posted on March 15, 2016May 10, 2016 by Daniella Balarezo My roommate and her boyfriend recently acquired one of those sets of words on magnets. It’s usually used for fridge poetry, but in this case...
A Chipotle/TeaLuxe Romance Posted on February 18, 2016May 9, 2016 by Sam Crausman Tealuxe Girl saw Chipotle Boy eating a bean burrito through the window. Chipotle Boy saw Tealuxe Girl drinking an herbal tea through the window. A...
Poetry from the Hill: Weary Soul Edition Posted on December 4, 2015May 9, 2016 by Kristina DeGarbanzobean I truly embraced the rhyme in this more traditional selection of poems. Read alone. Finals Freshman fifteen Finals five hundred When all...