Category: Spring 2018

Las Vegas

Last summer I was out in Las Vegas The 105-degree sun beamed down on my face Champagne glasses clinked along the pool side, as ladies in red bikinis tried to tan The streets were lined with cars so fancy a Honda would have been out of place The shops and the women were draped with the top names in fashion Klein, Boss, Ford, Vuitton, Wang, Versace At night, the 20-somethings of America came out to play “I’ll bet 10, 20, 50, 100,” they all say Wasting their money, their night, and their prime They drank whiskey and rum to make it seem sublime From my hotel room atop the city I can see the party below People dressed to the nines, Lights brighter than the New York skyline If this is the West Egg, then I am Gatsby In the midst of the glitter and poker chips A gilded reality exists within the pavement of this dessert oasis In the hearts of its visitors lies a loneliness of great might One that is hidden in the heat of the night With colorful casino lights Down by the quiet of the pool of The Wynn, a man nurses a bottle of scotch He flirts with a woman, a woman he will never get A woman in the Venetian gambles the last of her savings away With no job, no money,...

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Behind Closed Doors

“And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.” — Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus” “It’s one of the greatest gifts you can give to yourself, is forgive. Forgive everybody. Just forgive it.” — Maya Angelou The door to Kyle’s room was locked shut, so the five of us were forced to wait outside in the adjacent living room. The cushions of the couch had been...

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Tending the Fire

aya! This is the friendly greeting of the myaamiaki, or the Miami people — the members of the Native American tribe who, before the advancement of European settlers, occupied a large portion of the Great Lakes region and often roamed the land where Miami University now stands. It may be a single small word, but aya represents a language and a culture that has undergone tremendous revival and renewal in the past few decades, thanks in part to Myaamia students at Miami who have embraced their heritage. In 1846, the Myaamia people were forcibly removed from their homeland after...

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Tortillas and motorcycles: my family, its memories and the opinions in between

Students packed the auditorium for a diversity panel at the Ohio University High School Journalism Workshop. It wasn’t crowded just because the panel was mandatory, but because diversity was a controversial topic even in a world where Donald Trump wasn’t yet president. It was 2016, the summer before my senior year of high school. The conversation quickly became heated, and the adults lost control of it. Everyone was angry and divisive, especially while talking about Trump. Most people seemed to be anti-Trump, except for one kid in the front who stuck out like a red “Make America Great Again”...

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Real-life magic and inspiration

I clasped my ticket in hand while waiting in line. I didn’t want it to get crumbled or lost — I like saving tickets to good things, mostly movies. There was a school group in front of my mom and I — kids, maybe 9 years old, wearing matching maroon uniforms and chattering in British accents. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but I knew they were discussing plot points and characters. I smiled. Normally, I would say they were too young to really appreciate this experience, but it made me happy to see people younger than...

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