Loneliness
By Ziva Von Rompaeay I was sick. I remember the day I caught loneliness. It was the day we moved…
LGB's student-run newspaper
LGB's student-run newspaper
By Ziva Von Rompaeay I was sick. I remember the day I caught loneliness. It was the day we moved…
by Ksenia Vlasova-Kuznetsova I know it hurts. I know you want it to stop. I won’t tell you that it’s…
by Aria Kellman, Dusted gold path Streets of painted glass Are lined With crimson Rose Petals paint the sky With…
by Arwa Alhamdani Where are we going? What will we eat? Who will we talk to? What will we do?…
by Ksenia Vlasova-Kuznetsova “We’ve got to take him out.” I gulped. Sitting on a bench in the late evening might…