Potpourri

Okay

I am okay not being in love Because today I rode co-pilot to Jersey City. We turned the radio up too high Bass beating through our sternums My veins felt he... Read More

Okay

I am okay not being in love Because today I rode co-pilot to Jersey City. We turned the radio up too high Bass beating through our sternums My veins felt he... Read More

Rosa and the Requiem

Rosa sat hugging her knees in the pew at the very back of the cathedral. These seances were old news and she was more interested in whether or not she'd... Read More

Rooting For Imaginary Tutsis

If you were the only man left alive, there would be no such thing as morality. Who exists for you to wrong? Who exists whom you can make suffer? Who exists wh... Read More

Summer Storms

You may be in denial, but school starts this week.  It’s almost time to wake up and smell the ABP coffee before we run into our morning classes.  But if you’r... Read More
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Fresh Picked Local Poetry

Beware By Leena Shah   Waves crashing, in cadence to one’s footsteps So virginal, yet they possess a certain mystical trait Oh, so tempting to an inno... Read More
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Samantha's Summer Sangria (Samgria)

I turned twenty-one this past Wednesday, so now I am legally allowed to do what I’ve always wanted to do this summer for the Rutgers Review: cocktail recipes!... Read More
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Drive

Driving down the NJ Turnpike felt so effortless that I thought I had died. The sun was setting in front of me, blinding me with what seemed to be the bright lig... Read More