Phantom Cat
By Marissa Solomon
Owl eyes that never blink and heavy paws that thump forevermore down
the stairs.
By Marissa Solomon
Owl eyes that never blink and heavy paws that thump forevermore down
the stairs.
By Daniel Horan
We dedicate the 2020 collection to Trevor Daley Pierce (2001–2020). Trevor wrote this introduction for his honors orientation seminar: My name is Trevor—I’m a political philosophy major at ‘Cuse, and I’m really excited to be here. Given that I’m from New Hampshire, which is completely rural and quiet, being at Syracuse is the exact opposite of
By Ash Alexander
The beginning of a new era through the lens of acceptance of oneself while struggling with understanding who you are.
By Lilianna Smith
To this day, even when I don’t utter a word to him, he supports my dreams. I don’t think I even realize the depth of my own selfishness. Am I a monster?
By Kaylie R. Klotz
By Megan WIlcox
Beyond the white stallions, where the water is a sapphire blue, I see a flash in the corner of my eye.
By Daniel Horan
By Julia Catalano
In three years, when we’re at Syracuse and forced to say goodbye again, the concerts will be canceled. But we don’t know this yet.
By Rachel Reeser
It was a beautiful day to celebrate.