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Portrait of an Artist (Pool with two Figures) The Death of a Gravedigger Studio Ghibli: Flower Cottage Hamlet with Skull Life is but a string of moments tied and glued together, uncanny, and vibrant, not quite understood, but implicit all …
Since the Enlightenment era, the enigma of free will has been one of the most fundamental inquiries of human existence. Since then, scholars have debated this question for centuries with the gamut of arguments extending from humans having the ability …
it nests inside my wretched house. mother swears i caught it on the trip, thinks i hurt something i shouldn’t. but ghosts don’t catch like colds. when i fall, wine-drunk and pleased soft hands pull my threads sighing from under …
As I sat there with my legs trembling, tears running down my face, the dark black circles that emphasized the darkness I felt inside. I was tired, a tired I have never felt before. It was as if no matter …
… Kaleb Bjorkman, Carrie Cook, Ellie Tenace, Nathan Brock, Grace Williamson, Nahum Zewdie, Auston Mammenga, & Brook Bhagat Scavenging the star’s husk, eating the sea darkly, running the red rose, baking the blinding bee, drowning the black canvas, cleaning the …
Loneliness and isolation have been widespread for people all over our city this year. My life has drastically been affected as have so many. The expectations of school and home life suddenly blended into uncertainty and tiresome months of a …
by Dana Zimbleman In late October, I sat down with PPCC Math and English Dean and retired Army Colonel Joseph Southcott, who discussed his military service and why he carries 16 names with him every single day. DZ: The first …
by Angelo DeCecco with contributions from Paul DeCecco All families share stories which are intriguing, perhaps true but always alluring, about their shared past. One family story that intrigued me as a boy was of my two grandfathers who were …
It took years to dislodge the hatesearing my brain and every limb,like a tree burning in a firestorm.I’m charred but still standing,waiting for the rains of spring. ☼☼☼
