By: Kira Rodriguez You always yelled at me for simple mistakes. Everyone makes them, but I wasn’t allowed to. You always told me that I...

Anonymous Watch out for the stairs, don’t fall  Over vines that grasp, twisting your feet, as they bend beneath moonlight’s stare, don’t...

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By: Hollie Ellis I did this as a project for my drawing class, FAS 120. The subject I decided to draw is a white-breasted nuthatch in a...

By: Kira Rodriguez “Alright friends, find your mats,” Amy said with a grand smile, stretching from ear to ear. “It’s time to catch our...

By: The Griffin Little Theatre is proud to present their cast and production staff for their final play of the semester, Agatha...

By: Joshua Eagle Portrait of my girlfriend, Tianna.

By Kira Rodriguez People said I couldn’t do it.  I was alone with a dream,  Not a dollar to my name.  But I look down at the world I’ve...

What happened to luck? Like a green clover it fades I wish to have wished --- I had gone away  Followed the unknown to see, What else can...

By: Hollie Ellis I took this photo in the quad recently while it was snowing. The snowflakes landed on my jacket and my phone camera...

By: Harriet McAllister Harriet McAllister is currently a freshman at Canisius University. Her gallery displays some of her work featuring...

By: Kira Rodriguez Stories are curious things, mysterious in many ways. They teach us lessons of right and wrong, and how to understand...

By: Anonymous I wish you could read my mind because then maybe you could see,  I really want to fall in love, as long as it’s filled with...

Kira Rodriguez Day after day, I watched her carriage pass by, quickly stopping before my cousin who stood only a few feet away. The young...

By Kira Rodriguez, Contributor I felt it between my fingers as I collapsed to the floor. The ringing in my ears drowned out the sound of...

By Hakim Mosegi During my semester of learning about ancient history, what intrigued me the most during our lecture was the slave trade,...

By Kira Rodriguez, Contributor I didn’t move, I wouldn’t move. As my pillow cradled my head, my fuzzy blanket wrapped around my legs, I...

I want a love that never leaves, Like mistletoe filled to the brims on old buildings  I want someone who stays  And doesn’t mind freezing...

A fashion interview with Mrs. Claus By Julian Reynoso, Assistant Creative Corner Editor This happy holiday special will feature a diva...

I’ve never built a snowman before.  Somehow that’s applicable to my life.  I thought about the freezing chills I would have to face and...