The Reflector

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Opinion: Ms. Smith goes to Washington

Ryan Montgomery, Staff Writer |  Political scandals are typically secretive affairs. Usually, it takes the press years of digging and prodding to get admissions of wrongdoing out of their elected officials. Naturally, politicians would...

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Apollo

August Ellington |  I stare at the sun. Incandescent rays drown the world and all I see is the sun. A white hot ball of gas. Life itself. My retinas are scorched, and I...

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To the Moon

Bailey Wilson |  Silence can be louder than a full symphony  And more delicate than a broken wing And here in this room, it chokes me Takes the air from my lungs and leaves...

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Lost Appreciation

Levi Hunstad-Neighbor |  My eyes grow tired of the same sights With oceanic wind and the dull gray sky Vibrant green blocks your view of what lays beyond Year after year, you wish for...

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Choke

Dovonna Meloche |  Some nights start like this, thoughts too mean, too loud. Their oppressive tendrils a vice holding you down.   The hands are your own.   Inhale,   Replace the doubt with...

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Desire Path

Emma Marion |  School must be some sort of peculiar punishment that someone made up to torture kids for having too much fun. Instead of being here, I want to go outside and roll...

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Dreamer’s Day Moon

Christina Jarmics |  To be remembered like the presence of the moon, in the morning or faintly painted on the day’s sky is the dreamer’s wish.   A soft voice whispering “I’m here”  ...

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Tenses

Rachel Fitzgibbons |  I pause when I catch myself talking about you in present tense, Discussing you like you can still change your mind. I always write in past tense, In the was and...

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A Love Poem

Rachel Fitzgibbon |  You ask why I don’t write you more poetry  Ask why I won’t tell you I love you through words  But you just can’t see that I’ve already given you poetry...

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the hypochondriac

Brennan Kenneth Brown |  (note: lack of capitalization + use of “yr” is intentional”) sixth day bedridden & my bones gasoline—the kind of ache that petroleums through marrow, makes joints creek like abandoned church...