Poem: Moving Out
It’s almost like it didn’t even happen. Only segments of thoughts and nothing concrete —
It’s almost like it didn’t even happen. Only segments of thoughts and nothing concrete —
Weddings and divorces. Birthdays and funerals. They happen in close proximity.
With finals right around the corner, why not take a few minutes to sit back, relax and read through The Ubyssey's collection of spring haikus?
Salama wanted to take a deep breath to try to ground herself, but she was afraid it would cause another time jump.
My mother used to scold me because I always forgot my umbrella on rainy days.
And so, I wrote a sonnet about my favourite soothing drink in the hopes that it will soothe you as you read it.
It’s officially December, and that means two things: cold weather and exam season
I was ready to / Leave the streets I'd grown up on / Everything I'd known.
There was something about Jack's dreamy blue eyes that made Jill instantly fall head over heels in love with him.