The Observer

Black Sunday

June 5, 2011

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By Amanda Sadlowski Contributing Writer Published: October 30, 2008 It is a Sunday and they are dressing her in black. She stares at the plain black dress laid out on her plain white bedspread and can’t even begin to describe the outrage she feels. Black. On a Sunday. God doesn’t appreciate black. He didn’t make that color. His pigments made the reds and ...

THE PLIGHT

THE PLIGHT

June 4, 2011

  By Rucha Desai Contributing Writer Published: October 16, 2008 We took my be...

never never

June 4, 2011

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By Elizabeth Archer Contributing Writer Published: October 2, 2008   there is a sadness in the crackle of the 1920s in the desks we stood on and made our english teacher cry in a curtain call a sandpaper confusion that idles in the driveway the small tinny voice that smoothes over eardrums and reso...

Fordham University Garden

June 4, 2011

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By Jean Roberts Contributing Writer Published: October 2, 2008   It is not often that I can find a spot for quiet contemplation, for surcease from the noise and bustle of the city.   How lovely to sit in the cool soft breeze on a hot day in July savoring the peace of the moment.   Just over there is a large field o...

Will

June 3, 2011

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By Elizabeth Archer Contributing Writer Published: August 28, 2008 Silent Monday. Silent Monday the windows wide gaping at april gray the night is young. So young so young the night is young and I am standing at my place. You sit down, slouchy brown bag Your drink is there, your drink is there And I d...

When I Came Around: Resonating Sounds From a Significant Summer

June 3, 2011

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By Kevin Garry Contributing Writer Published: August 28, 2008 “You know where I’ll be found” There was a time when music was simply a mechanism to uphold my recently found identity, a reason to get home from school as fast as I could. When I was young, full of energy and life besides school was simply ‘free tim...

The Exchange

June 3, 2011

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By CHELSEA BECHER Contributing Writer Published: August 28, 2008 Talking about being an exchange student makes me cry. Not always, but usually. Most people assume that it’s because I miss it, and usually that’s exactly it. Sometimes they are tears of frustration. It’s an incredible thing to leave your home, your...

It Doesn’t Make A Difference If We Like It Or Not: The Inescapable Jon Bon Jovi

June 3, 2011

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By Christine Hunt Contributing Writer Published: May 1, 2008 Everyone’s having a good time in the local watering hole, throwing back the beers, bobbing their heads to the music that blasts from the jukebox, feeling good in the dim lighting that makes everyone look attractive. Then it happens. Some dude walks away from t...

An Excerpt from The Beautiful “Part I: The amber waves”

June 3, 2011

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By D. Francis Pastorelle Contributing Writer Published: May 1, 2008 The following is an excerpt from my travel journal, written in the summer of 2007.  Overwhelmed by a series of misfortunes, I set out on a cross-country journey by bus to find something to ground myself, some sort of passion to replace a love I’d lo...

Doctor Doctor

June 3, 2011

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By Elizabeth Archer Contributing Writer Published: May 1, 2008 Mr. Defibrillator! CLEAR CLEAR CLEAR No work, low pay, no sleep, low head Slowly it breaks and slithers to a stop White flags waving from left and right ventricles Vena cava forfeits New York, you win! Theatre! I give up! Truce, truce...

“I’m Sorry I Keep Talking About the Prehistoric Period While Thinking About the Apocalypse”

June 3, 2011

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By Theo LeGro Contributing Writer Published: May 1, 2008 I’m Sorry I Keep Talking About the Prehistoric Period While Thinking About the Apocalypse but I need points of reference, something more than what we’ll leave behind, frame after frame of a near-same face getting sadder, my words clumped toge...

Hammam

June 3, 2011

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By KYLIE MARA SOBEL Contributing Writer Published: May 1, 2008 Walking in, it was not uncommon to see a woman shaving her vagina.  One leg over her head, she would prune herself while gossiping with her family and friends who all sat around her doing the exact same thing.   Now, if that description is shocking to read, just...