The Student Voice of Fordham Lincoln Center

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The Student Voice of Fordham Lincoln Center

The Observer

The Student Voice of Fordham Lincoln Center

The Observer


All content by BIANCA LEGGIO

Parva Puella

November 2, 2011
Why do you waste your time wasting? At least shout at the stars to make sense of your waste, your breath lonely and important

And this is how you are touched

August 25, 2011

There is a baby chandelier that hangs in my bathroom, rarely turned on. It floats fairy-like over the toilet, its delicate loops out-of-place in this room meant for other things. I had forgotten about...


August 3, 2011

There’s much to be said and it’s tonight, That it pulls me away from nothing into Nameless something, a glimmer’d light Across my bones as I fold towels in dark.   Your song...

Ellis’ Island

July 28, 2011

Published: November 4, 2010   Ellis could skate across forever, sometimes scraping.   Ellis felt it with his hand, rosied by a spangle of sterling stars, overflowing with...

We can blame Obama all we want, but there are other factors in Washington that are preventing progress. (Olivier Douliery/Abaca Press/MCT)

Obama as a Symptom, Not a Cause

July 24, 2011
Obama-mania is dead. No more “YES WE CAN,” no more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no more howling at the moon for our President. Instead, America has reverted to her old self, the self who wrings her hands and eventually throws them up, realizing once again that “hope” is something that never made much sense in the political arena, anyway ...

That Wintry Abyss: Reflections on Weather and Its Discontents

July 23, 2011

Published: March 2, 2011 Winter brings out the metaphysician in all of us. It suggests timeless questions as we walk down Ninth Avenue, making sure to avoid gravelly snow banks and the drip-drip of...


July 5, 2011

Published: March 4, 2010   Maybe what I should have been doing was flying bouncing around this old world spreading colors as fast as my fingers could carry them powders like curry...


June 28, 2011

Published February 4, 2010Freedom in the epochs of the sea once covering cliffs, Now covering me. Clear, crisp freedom! sailing weightless I’m a seagull here, swooping. Refreshed, subdued,...

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