Mia McCormick
Acquainting Myself with Death.
I’m sitting at the base of a gnarled pinion pine tree in the middle of the woods behind the Bader-Snyder complex. It’s dark and the rain has been pounding the saturated soil relentlessly, but I am dry, and looking up at my protector, the arching branches that stretch around me like arms.
The smell of earth, wet bark and seeping sap mingle in my nose as I close my eyes,...
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Mia McCormick
What are some of our Fort Lewis students going to be for Halloween tonight?
What are you going to be for Halloween?
Mya Simon third-year Music Performance and English major
Calla Carrigan, first-year undecided:
We are going to be wizard cowboys and will probably try to make our costumes or thrift them.
Mya Simon on left, Calla Carrigan on right
Jordan Mayhew second-year Psychology major:
I am going to Rapunzel and...
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Words: by Derek Tippeconnie Picture by: Jerry McBride of Durango Herald
Learning from past mistakes and what to expect this Halloween at the infamous Durango Zombie March.
For over a decade, hordes of zombies have descended on downtown Durango every Halloween, just as the clocks strikes midnight. But these zombies are different from the ones you may have seen in The Walking Dead or Zombieland.
The hordes of undead are actually a combination of students, Durango residents and whomever finds themselves swept up in their midst as they march down Main...
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By: Kiiyahno Edgewater and Lucien Verrone
A technical perspective of how AI is seeping into student life.
Artificial intelligence has long been used in science fiction as a motif for the unrelenting progress of technology. The AI HAL 9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey is a prime example of this motif. In the film, HAL was integrated into the system of a spaceship sent on a research expedition and was programmed to keep the mission’s purpose secret while also relaying accurate information. To...
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Poems by: Lisia Lucero Photos by: Sienna Reese
Fleeting glimpses during a fleeting season. A seasonal dose of fall poetry.
Leaves at Dusk
the air is crisp
so the night is at bliss
but the earth is warm and orange
the sun is falling
so are the leaves they will probably be falling til’ christmas eve
Leaves at Noon
yellow and gold tickle the ground
leaves drop without the slightest sound
wind rustles with the trees
the air is full of a nice breeze
Leaves At Dawn
the cool crisp air...
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