Byline: Juju Lane

Bruise

“First dusty lilac, hints of navy. / Sailing on the bay at dusk, aloft, / the dappled rising surface.”

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Song of My Studio

“Most days I whack my shinbone on the coffee table /
When friends come over we drink whiskey and forget the rules of chess”

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Enfleshment

“If the body cares not for itself, / who would care for it? / What is the use / of wasted breath?”

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Reveries of Bloomberg Basement

If you venture into the depths of Bloomberg Hall, along a gloomy corridor that echoes with the thump of laundry machines, you will find the entrance to Room 044. Just another pale door in a series of pale doors, the … Read More

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Steep a Pot of Chinese Philosophy: This Princeton Business Owner is Selling Natural Balance

Health, harmony, and history with Paul Shu, owner of Holsome Teas and Herbs.

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Big Hoe 2.0

Frist Chronicles: 24 hours in the Campus Center.

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The scourge of the decaf fiend: thou shalt be unproductive

“I must confess / I have been sitting at this corner table for two whole hours / writing my Senior Thesis™ / but I was just pretending…”

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Joy

She shrivels in a spotlight or a gaze, / shy in all her glory, / scared off by expectation.

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The Walk of Lame

“Those vodka shots wore off real quick– / A few more would have done the trick. / You’re freezing, and a little sad… / How many years left until grad?”

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Nass Cartoons

A sampling of cartoons for your Sunday pleasure.

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