The Juicebox: Now on Issuu!
The second issue of The Juicebox, Denison’s alternative student magazine, is now available on issuu.com! Check it out here!
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Apr
17
2014
PS4 Launches in Japan, Sony Optimistic
by The Denisonian
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By Jenny Murphy ’15 It was the first time in PlayStation history that a new game console was launched at the home market last. It has been three months since...
Apr
17
2014
The Diary of Anne Frank Vandalized in Tokyo Libraries
by The Denisonian
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By Jenny Murphy ’15 Libraries across the Tokyo area have reported that hundreds of copies of Anne Frank’s Diary of a Yong Girl and related books have been vandalized. The...
Apr
17
2014
Losing Superman: A Play in One Act
by Carole Burkett
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By Stephanie Arhin ’14 Lights up on a classroom set. Seth and Maria are sitting on top of a table. Maria presses a bag of ice against Seth’s eye but...
Apr
17
2014
Addiction
by Carole Burkett
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By Zara Holderman ’14 A cup of water sits, Idly awaiting my Predictable grip White, smooth, oval, I calmly caress the pills, Deciding how many to take today I put...
Apr
17
2014
Winter Came Twice, That Year
by Carole Burkett
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By Autumn Stiles ’14 In winter’s faded, flannel-gray, I pressed my palm against your cheek, Where rosy heat bloomed from the fray Of winter’s faded, flannel-gray. Chiseled by wind’s sharp...
Apr
17
2014
Paradise Eaten
by Carole Burkett
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By Danielle Golds ’15 As you tell me the mountains are converging I drink the swell of vowels – stop my breath. When all is dust oceans away paradise eaten...
Apr
17
2014
Greener Grasses
by Carole Burkett
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By Loryn Holokai ’16 The porcelain glassed, pink ballet slippered, dragonfly lily-ed, fragile, soft underbelly of everything, the diamond lined, steal encapsulated, cement surrounded, wholeness of it. the puddles of...
Apr
17
2014
They Only Dwell Where There’s a Flame
by Carole Burkett
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By Autumn Stiles ’14 Salamanders are crawling out of your mouth, moonlight held in the palms of their backs, tiny and black bellowing breath after breath. They’ve come again and...