The Observer

Trattoir Roulant

June 28, 2011

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By Nathalie Rochel, Carly Welter, Courtney Kelly and Ben Otto Contributing Writers Published February 4, 2010 Moving road way, Physical déjà vu, Bringing thoughts back When we least expect. Springing from inevitable nostalgia. Wanting and creating our day by day Cradled by blue translucent memories. Obsessed with the physica...

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June 28, 2011

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By Dana Arcidy, Gina Dermigny, Kelly O’Halloran, Janyve Almanzar and Sarah Grimm Contributing Writers Published February 4, 2010 Thunder rolls great and small to war fighting for a cause unknown spurred on by a vengeful god. Hail and freezing wind collide thunder clapping across wooden fleets tossed like feathers, a...

Meals to Come

June 28, 2011

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  By Nick Brown, Anne Wimmer, Ajay Marken and Jacqueline Stevens Contributing Writers Published February 4, 2010 One of the earliest Muslim cookery books from Baghdad described food as ‘the noblest and most consequential of the six pleasures’ (the others were drink, clothes, sex, scent and sound).” -Lizzie Conningha...

Debutante, Eleventh Hour

June 28, 2011

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By Ian Christie Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009   An imploring sigh issues from cob-webbed lungs and curls raspy and melodic, just like the too-many cigarettes she had smoked at galas and benefit dinners a lifetime ago   It diffuses and seeps into atmosphere hi...

Blueprints for a Magnum Opus

June 28, 2011

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By Mike Habeeb Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009 A man in whom a great many people have a great deal of interest woke up with a great big problem. He wanted something great, but there were a great many great big obstacles in his way. Eventually, he died a terrible death without achieving his great desire...

Day | Night #2

June 28, 2011

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By Ian Christie Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009   Often before sleep I unlatch my window and crane my neck to watch the passersby,   each movement rendered red under the faithful hum of LED light:   “12 pk. bottled water for $10.99!”   What do you mean you ...

Day | Night #1

June 28, 2011

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By Ian Christie Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009   Often I wake early mornings—crack of dawn unlatch my window and watch the shift change: conveyor belt to breadline and back again each morning—crack of dawn   I let my head fall until the bridge of my nose is press...

Shadow

June 28, 2011

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By Judith Engracia Contributing Writer Published: December 10, 2009 The man in the black conical hat watched me through my living room window. He had been trying to break in for the past four nights, though I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted. I couldn’t ask him what he was doing outside my house—he might have thought I was nosy. So I closed the window and returned...

Haircut

June 28, 2011

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By Matt Petronzio Contributing Writer Published: November 19, 2009   In this life, we wear rain And pray to brew the courage that he has, She has. Fragile bones in a sack over my shoulder, I attend your funeral. You’re dead to me. O Fallen, how I wish it weren’t so, But I still cry myself to sleep to...

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June 28, 2011

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By Megan Stillwell Literary Editor Published: November 19, 2009 I see you among the statues and the train stations in Rutherford. I see your briefcase, your physician’s hand. I see the streets you worked on. The hills that rise and fall over New York City, where my mother grew up, and my father, my un...

The morning left nothing

June 27, 2011

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By Elizabeth Darroch Contributing Writer Published: October 22, 2009 The morning left nothing Nothing but cold chills and dreams of the dreams dreamt a night ago Last night tomorrow had all the promise of a Hollywood movie and forever Wrapped in glamour and endless possibility and success and beauty and fame and per...

Dreaming Blind

June 27, 2011

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By Samuel Hubler Contributing Writer Published: March 2009 Why would you find some peace of mind in being blind   Woke up some Tuesday morning Got up heeded all the warnings Of being a wise ass Using my brain mass Huddled up and hiding my yearnings   Why would you find some peace of mind i...