Poetry – Bandersnatch

Peeling

By Cyata NtigurirwaPoetry Editor This season will be the peelingOf the fruitAnd of the skinAs the second skin ripensReadyRoughThe peeling of

Good morning, on 7 JulyEven in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then

By Vincent VerraultContributor Missing the fall leaves with my step,To not break the silence of the night.I feel the world

By Cyata NtigurirwaPoetry Editor Like how my mom avoids the winter although she knows its comingShe looks outside in disgustAs

By AnonymousContributor If I were white, Would my life finally be right? If I were white, Maybe I wouldn’t live in

By Cyata NtigurirwaStaff Writer White Flag I am a white flag Waving Waving Waving Waving Waving Waiting The wind pushes me

By Paza OzContributor So I listen carefullyTo the analysisOf Al Purdy’s “At the Quinte Hotel.”On another side of the class:In paralysis,The

By Z. W.Contributor Those who know know. And to those who don’t, hello, I write stuff that I consider potential songs

by Meriam ShokrallaContributor I was depressed for a while, Now, I go to sleep in denial, Hoping that tomorrow, I will

by Jaida FadelLiterature Editor I know that I shouldn’t, but god is it trueI’ve never wanted anything more than this viewIt’s