Model U.N. members, does it ever feel like position papers are just too difficult to write? Do you feel this sense of looming dread the...

I’ve always had interesting musical choices. Whether it was a Thanksgiving mix from the 50s, the top hits of the summer, or a random...

As most of us are aware, the stretch of time between February and spring break is incredibly bleak, with important tests on the horizon...

A stop on our Eurorail trip through our beloved Ireland, Limerick will always hold a special place in our hearts. The night we stayed...

“Stony Sleep” I lament my state of unconsciousness  When sleeping in your arms For I cannot relish in your presence  When I am asleep....

She said to me give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free Bring them unto this new shore Into the land...

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve gone on adventures. Early on in my career as an adventurer, though I was mostly confined to my...

My eyes opened once again at dawn. The first thing they focused on was a pile of unopened books splayed across my desk. Pens and pencils...

"A quote does not explain itself", My teacher used to say For if t'were explain itself My job would go away; To say the "how" and "what"...

Millais’ “Ophelia”  White flowers in the bushes  of overlapping vegetation, undulation. Chaos in the background  of the woman drowning....

Never before have I beheld such a beauty,  Nor will I  For such perfection shall never again grace this  Earth  A being, so graceful in...

This article is a piece of stunning photojournalism capturing the natural beauty of "golden hour."

When you see videos on your social media of daring animal rescues, you never think that it’s going to be you who is doing it. Picture it:...

How does a moment pass us by, its swift step reducing mountains to rubble and raising cities in their place. Infinite pieces of time,...

The LFLA Poetry has scoured their favorite books, movies, and video games for poems, finding prose unique to their interpretations of the...

Soaking on benches drops of dew like the chloroplastic fields that you plow  Retracing the lines above some Height, sowing novelty as if...

It sits in the place  Where my water should go  -Am I really that smart?  For it just doesn't show-  As quite a few times I've attempted...

The poets of LFLA have taken the line “It was a dark and stormy night” and have written the spookiest of Halloween poems...

You never know how hard it is to breathe until every breath you take is charged for. When the intakes of air change from giving you life...

The unflagging LFLA Poetry Club has yet again written poems for the fall. This year, our dear poets have written villanelles.