Another semester has come to a close, and emotions are running high. Not only are students and faculty preoccupied with final exams and assignments, but this fall semester has marked something of a "return to normal" for New College—the resurgence of in-person classes, Walls, off-campus…
Travel internationally amid the Covid-19 pandemic seems to be a challenging or even absurd idea. But it doesn’t mean that globalization is put to a halt altogether. Instead, we can travel with artifacts, in material and symbolic ways. Globalization is not an abstract concept: it…
For The Bird Graveyard Short Story Contest, there were plenty of submissions that made the most of an unorthodox prompt, which required contestants to select an image from the @birdgraveyard instagram account and write a story around it. Here are some of the best: https://www.instagram.com/p/BuUy-clFF0v/?igshid=1c15lwsjvhsb5…
In celebration of romance during times of COVID, the Catalyst opened submissions from current students for poems and images of love. He is my favorite poem Though he remains unwritten Too personal for paper Too intimate for ink Anonymous Third-years 23 & Tony Is it…
Submitted by Anna Wright It is difficult to work from home.There is little incentive to put on clothesOr get out of bed just to sit in a sunken chairOr eat I am depressed. And anxious,As if there are little cameras here watchingAnd I have to…
One never knows what lurks in the dark corners of New College nights. Sometimes, short doesn’t mean sweet… The Catalyst received a plethora of submissions for spooky six-word stories from students, staff and faculty. Our staff voted on our favorites. Congratulations to all of the…
Submitted by Carlos Gonzalez I was one of many stunned by the announcement of an online NCF merchandise shop. While some chose to tease the shop for its offering of NCF-branded golf balls, apparel and barbecue equipment, I want to draw attention to the NCF…
Submitted by Ra Cohen ('14) CW: adult themes I’m oft at a loss due to candyfloss thoughts dancing about in my mind. All fine and dandy... — until I get randy.Once wet, they suddenly unwind. Candyfloss thoughts pleasingly or teasingly intrude on my writing seemingly unceasingly.Crosswords in bed... Generous…
Poem submitted by Samantha KrellNational Poetry Month 2020 Help Us, Oh God, To Understand What did you do for food? A. sewed; a stitch for every cent B. prayed arms folded aching knees C. a woman should not…
Poems submitted by Becca HadwenNational Poetry Month 2020 Rework my depression is a stack of cardboard boxes that shelter me from grief's downpour. i build them up, make them intricate and shit, i drift into unfeeling. no guests stay long in my soggy, moldy home,…
