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FREE VERSE: Whale Sounds It Is

Once again, in my last year of college, I find myself at midterms asking, “How does this work, again?” It’s hard, and I hate it, but in the end, it’s the life I chose and I’m learning not to further punish myself for feeling the

FREE VERSE: Kate Bush Worked It

It’s mighty difficult to find a positive female role-model that passes my standards. Those standards don’t necessarily include shameless exposure of miles of cleavage, and they rarely entail any affiliation with the White House. One woman who does strike me as someone worth looking up

FREE VERSE: Bubblegum Pop for the Soul

A few weeks ago, as I hopped into a friend’s car, my eyes slid slowly to meet his face at the sound of the bubblegum pop music trickling from his car stereo. Understanding the look, he quickly defended himself saying, “What? It got really good

FREE VERSE: Twerkloose Bullshit

The other day, while bumbling through the morning news as I usually do, I came across a Guardian article with the headline: “How a Mississippi Bounce Concert Was Shut Down Over Anticipated Twerking.” Intrigued, I read on. Settle in readers because, oh my word, is

FREE VERSE: Black Flag is a Bunch of Brats

It’s true. I absolutely hate the iconic hardcore band that gave a voice to the anti-establishment punk movement in the 1980s. In my opinion, Black Flag is a group of whiney, litigious, white guys who used the ideas of rebellion as an opportunity to feel

FREE VERSE: I am a God, Right?

Reading through Kanye West’s and Wiz Khalifa’s recent Twitter feud (you know the one), I was reminded of something I almost forgot: I really, really need to find some Kanye-esque confidence. The hip-hop star is known for his narcissistic comments. Whether it’s in an interview

FREE VERSE: I Feel Guilty All the Time

Sitting in the Sentry office is particularly difficult tonight knowing that my favorite musician is on stage at Lost Lake right about now. It might seem odd, but I feel a sort of sisterhood with the artist Jessica Lea Mayfield. The two of us share

FREE VERSE: Don’t Fucking Touch Me

Being a starving aspiring writer and artist means that being a car owner is simply no longer an option for me. I recently traded the comforts of having a dependable Volvo for a bike and a bus pass, and all of the vulnerability that came