Poetry – Ex Amino

Autumn leaves painted the floors with bright reds, oranges, and yellows. Every gust of wind carried new crisp scents and each ray of sun wrapped its arms around me. “I want to go to big places, big cities and travel the world”, I said. We did. Mellow sunshine, rustic ruins, silver moons. In and out…

Editorial – Slow September

I’ve always felt that September is the slowest month of the year. You begin the month wishing the Summer goodbye, returning home after three months abroad or counting down the days until you return to college. As soon as you get back however, lecturers decide to snap you back down to earth with readings, assignments,…