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Poetry | College

Poetry | College

By Emily Pingis, Staff Columnist

September 12, 2019

To the left, A career in mathematics To the right, A path of dramatics

City of Asylum hosts poets laureate from across the country

City of Asylum hosts poets laureate from across the country

By Maggie Young, Contributing Editor

September 3, 2019

More than 60 people attended a poets laureate celebration event hosted by City of Asylum in the North Shore Monday. The four poets laureate — Paisley Rekdal, Salas Rivera, Kim Shuck and Molly Fisk — each read from their own collections.

CAAPP celebrates black female writers from Pittsburgh and beyond

CAAPP celebrates black female writers from Pittsburgh and beyond

By Emily Wolfe, Contributing Editor

June 18, 2019

Nicole Sealey’s editors once convinced her to remove the last line of a poem before she published it. The poem, “Candelabra With Heads,” meditated on a sculpture by the artist Thomas Hirschhorn, and its final line stated the poem’s thesis question — “Who can see this and not see lynchings?”

Poetry | Grocery Shopping

Poetry | Grocery Shopping

By Grace McGinness, Staff Columnist

April 15, 2019

Enter the house where nature lies still. Where it’s pinned to the platter prepared to my order. Ignore the soft smell of the flowers from where they crowd around the door stuffed in pots and hanging from wires. Pulled up from their roots slowly dying but their bursts of colors are so ...

Poetry | I wish I had a kite

Poetry | I wish I had a kite

By Emily Pinigis, Staff Columnist

April 11, 2019

I wish I had a kite So I may cast away my worries into the heavens The world from above would be a marvelous sight If I only had a kite I wish I had a kite So my soul could fly among the birds And I could be free and light If I only had a kite I wish I had a kite So the wind may guide me w...

Poetry | An ode to the molds of my mind

Poetry | An ode to the molds of my mind

By Mackenzie Oster, Staff Columnist

April 5, 2019

I think the way I do In honor of every girl That used my shoulders To reach the highest shelf And every boy That used the reflection In my bulging eyes To see themselves more clearly I think the way I do In tribute to those That have decid  ed That dimming every switch Hurts less ...

Poetry | Brass Knuckles for a Demon

Poetry | Brass Knuckles for a Demon

By Delilah Bourque, Senior Staff Columnist

March 28, 2019

In her villanelle poem, Delilah Bourque reflects on her fears and her own creations.

Poetry | Society’s Man

By Samir Yellapragada, For The Pitt News

February 14, 2019

In his spoken word poem "Society's Man," Samir Yellapragada explores concepts of insecurity and toxic masculinity.

Poetry | Reflections

Poetry | Reflections

By Emily Pinigis, Staff Columnist

February 8, 2019

In her poem “Reflections,” Emily Pinigis looks at the world in a different way:

Poetry | Veritas et Virtus

Poetry | Veritas et Virtus

By Delilah Bourque, Senior Staff Columnist

January 11, 2019

Senior Staff Columnist Delilah Bourque drew upon various syllabi from her coursework at Pitt to write this poem.

Opinion | Poem: Brightening Winter

Opinion | Poem: Brightening Winter

By Emily Pinigis, Staff Columnist

December 7, 2018

Oh, what a magnificent time of year! The snow twinkles in the colored lights’ glow It seems everyone is warm, and without fear As they sit ’round the fire to watch the snow

Poem: Ode to my Juul

Poem: Ode to my Juul

By Shahum Ajmal, Contributing Editor

November 9, 2018

USB they call you, To which I am left speechless. Yet, I persist to puff you.

What a World

What a World

By Emily Pinigis, Staff Columnist

November 2, 2018

What a world we live in Where kindness is overshadowed by sin And inky skies are speckled with dying stars That light this dark world and all the souls’ scars

The Artist Autumn

The Artist Autumn

By Emily Pinigis, For The Pitt News

October 26, 2018

Auburn hair and auburn leaves The fragrance of peace surrounds her Spread across the land by her radiant smile And all is calm in the world

Eternal Evening

Eternal Evening

By Emily Pinigis, For The Pitt News

September 27, 2018

As the sky is painted orange and pink, I catch you leaning as if to see it. But your eyes remain shut, and so I think, For however long it takes, I will sit By your side, holding your hand till it’s time For you to leave me. I’ll touch the darkness, Push it far away with all of it...

Blind Devotion

Blind Devotion

By Emily Pinigis, For The Pitt News

September 27, 2018

With a tongue like a silver blade, He effortlessly entrances and seduces That velvety voice beckons not to be afraid Always a gentleman I am none the wiser I am under his spell of nightshade His precious little puppet I’ll play my part in his charade Captivating sovereign   ...

Poetry: Move-in on Meyran

Poetry: Move-in on Meyran

By Maggie Koontz, Senior Columnist

September 6, 2018

cars parallel parked not quite bumper to bumper on residential streets minivans and moving vans packed to capacity trunks and doors slam open and shut people coming and going in and out of apartments carrying a couple chairs up the stairs mattresses held above their...

Poem: stained glass sky

Poem: stained glass sky

By Anaïs Foss | For The Pitt News

May 30, 2018

i.  A lonely hill in Ohiopyle a low lying brick wall in Schenley Park a grass front yard in Batavia Illinois no matter where I am this land provides a platform to view the sky above it so I do not waste my time worshipping under steeples only as tall as donations can build when I could stand in a l...

Poem: things fall apart

Poem: things fall apart

By Anaïs Foss | For The Pitt News

May 30, 2018

irregularly but never at a slow burn when the storm hits it is not the anticipation that kills but the novice treatment of destruction which makes it unexpected in the same way a tsunami is always shocking even though we both stood at the shore and watched the water recede at...

Poetry: Rainy days

Poetry: Rainy days

By Maggie Koontz | Senior Columnist

March 2, 2018

Rain runs down the misted windowpane, slide, slick, slip liquid lengthening, water accumulating from a drop to a drip, bumping together, absorbing one into the other. Pitter-patter against the glass. Dangerous clouds rumble in the distance. Lightning strikes, but only once...

Poetry: A game of snakes

Poetry: A game of snakes

By Maggie Koontz | Senior Columnist

March 2, 2018

I slide my red and yellow headphones onto my head, the cushions covering my ears, and I plug myself in. I push play to begin the game. Music slips into my ears from both sides of my headphones, a literal earworm entering my brain. The notes caress my inner ear before sp...

Poetry: The fourth estate is media

Poetry: The fourth estate is media

By Maggie Koontz | Senior Columnist

March 2, 2018

  A heavy stack sits in my hands but the true burden is elsewhere. The thin paper is curled at the edges, a fresh, virgin-white newspaper not yet yellowed by time's cruel curse. It speaks of the future, of achieving an age of perfection, yet I know we will never reach such a time. It...

Poetry: RIP Merriam-Webster

Poetry: RIP Merriam-Webster

By Maggie Koontz | Columnist

January 26, 2018

Our dusty dictionary sits unused on the bottom shelf of the five-level mahogany bookcase. Once important for teaching us children the words we didn't know yet, it filled our dirty hands, as we put pencil smudges on the page, but now we've got the internet.   Mom bought...

Poetry: Phipps Conservatory

Poetry: Phipps Conservatory

By Maggie Koontz | Columnist

January 26, 2018

My lover is like a cactus. His prickly spines deter others. He lives in the dry desert room, surrounded by sand, under the hot sun. I wish I could visit him, but I am planted in a different room. I am a daisy in a garden, held captive in a conservatory, in humid tasteless air, surrounded by other flower...

Poet connects race, culture with verse

Poet connects race, culture with verse

By Lauren Forsythe | Staff Writer

October 23, 2017

The bumping and bouncing beat of rap music filled Nordy’s Place Saturday evening as students snapped and clapped along to live music and slam poetry. G Yamazawa rapidly spit lyrics rooted in personal stories about race and culture. “When you forget where you’re from, you truly become America...

Students speak out about mental health

Students speak out about mental health

By Amanda Finney | Staff Writer

October 19, 2017

Emiola Jay Oriola said he’s not native to writing poetry — and he didn’t used to like art — but in the eulogy he wrote for his father’s funeral, he found that a poem came out. “It was very brand new, so I started to cultivate it, seek God and ask ‘what is this?’ and more poetry cam...

Column: Poetry now: why today’s world makes poetics shine

Column: Poetry now: why today’s world makes poetics shine

By Christian Snyder, Assistant Opinions Editor

August 29, 2017

I remember the first time a line of poetry caught me by surprise. I was sitting in the Cathedral of Learning mouthing the words of Ross Gay’s poem “catalog of unabashed gratitude” to myself. The poem turns when he addresses the reader, and says thank you, “for moving your lips just so as I s...

In tune with a b-flat: Artists, physicists collaborate on campus

In tune with a b-flat: Artists, physicists collaborate on campus

By Abhignya Mallepalli / Staff Writer

April 5, 2017

Sarah Thornton stands in the basement of the Frick Fine Arts Center, preparing for her work to appear in an exhibit Tuesday night. She dips her fingers in paint and presses them to the canvas, using gray and purple colors to put the finishing touches on her visual representation of the connections between phys...

Black art matters: Pitt founds center on black poetry

Black art matters: Pitt founds center on black poetry

By Amanda Reed / Staff Writer

April 25, 2016

With the Center for African American Poetry and Poetics, Dawn Lundy Martin wants to make Pitt the place people go to study black poetry. “We want to help to really put that MFA program on the map so that if you’re a black poet, the very first place that you would apply to and your top choice wo...

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