Written by Harley Galarneau Our Greatest Enemy Welcome to the sister article of Death To Cringe Culture! In our first installment, we talked about the fundamentals that allow self-expression to be fostered and grow into your happiest self. Dismantling your dependence on conformity, breaking past societal shame and embracing change, and saying a good old “screw you” to cringe culture! Now, it’s time to get even more real. As much as social institutions guide our understanding of what is acceptable and what is not, and therefore curbing our responses to such limitations, we are ultimately our greatest critics. Sometimes, the greatest enemy to our self-development is ourselves. A Hard Truth…
A short story, written by John Anderson Whatever you think you just saw, ignore it. No matter what you think you saw stalking you from the shadows, you didn’t see. You might get lucky, you might be in your room alone, and the shadows you see in the corner might only be laundry. There is a chance that the worst thing in that dark alley are the raccoons, and it was their glowing eyes that you saw peering out at you. Why take that chance when it is much safer to ignore what your eyes have seen, and maybe mutter a prayer so silent that the long fingers tapping at…
Written by Grace Horlings I’ve had a long day. My jeans feel too tight, my fingers are cold from the hollow cement rooms of the university, my neck hurts from being hunched over a computer, the assignment stress is catching up to me, and my stomach is growling, unable to be held over by the everything bagel with cream cheese I ate six hours ago. As I start my car and pull out of the parking lot with a sigh, I turn up the music dial to distracting decibels, playing one of the greatest hits of all time, Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run. If this action wasn’t deplorable enough, as…
A reflective piece on self-expression, individuality, and challenging conformity in a changing society—written in a bold, unapologetic voice.
My defence of Lethbridge as the place I’ve chosen to stay for 22 years of my life. I want to show readers the little hidden gems that can help them to feel like a true Lethbian. There are so many experiences that can help to solidify a love for this little city.
Ultra Violet: A poem in loving memory of Violet Aurora Dyck—beloved daughter, sister, and proud alumna of the University of Lethbridge.
Written by Joseph Dyck — Preface: Joseph Dyck is a UofL BASc student. This poem was inspired by a poem published by The Meliorist on April 29, 2024, titled “Divided Heart” and written by Guadalupe Vial Ulloa. — Divided Heart, I know it well,within my desiccated shell. How can one reconcile two worlds, two selves, too much heaven, too much hell?Yearning always, under the spell. The drop of rain knows no such rift, not while upon the blustery chinook adrift,nor when meandering through ebb and flow,indiscriminate of prairie canal or Whistler snow. But the aged atoms envy our brief light,since we make meaning in our flight. In Manitoba, sweet maples,…
Divided Heart Written by Guadalupe Vial Ulloa How do two homes become one does the yearning ever leave? Do the worlds ever meet? Or will I have to live today forward forever missing when I’m not here, when I’m not there. From the mountains to the coulees Where and when do the lakes meet the sea? Does the course ever stop, or will I flow endlessly? My heart which belonged only to the land that fed me plenty of bread, and cradled me in the valley between the mountains. Has lost a bit of itself to this bit of the world, floated down the Old Man River and found itself…
Lupi the Rattlesnake Written by Guadalupe Vial Ulloa I stand up in a foreign room In this icy continent so far from mine, and I cry thinking of all the ones that I left behind in burning land. I talk in a strange tongue a language that makes my throat burn, my feet hurt all day long by the stairs I met two weeks ago. I am no one, not a friend or a daughter, nor a lover or a sister. Just a mispronounced name in the system. New names, new culture. Old habits, old torture. ADHD my best friend since first grade, the reason I lost a tooth and…
The Dandelion Written by Shawn Funk Red light burst from the Quick Fights neon sign, casting grotesque shadows on the faces of three security men in hot pursuit; ahead of them by a stride is a boy, Terrel Hamer, carrying a satchel full of apples he lifted from a locked cabinet owned by a wealthy vendor near the Freegarden center square, where tonight, thousands of raucous off-worlders flaunted their excess and purged their aggressive tendencies to the spectacle of carnage called The Main Event. “Stop right now, kid!” Two strides ahead now, he turned into a dim passageway with a ladder leading onto a corrugated rooftop. Three peaked caps reflecting…
