i Am Matthew Johnson Sports Editor Cruelty is the hidden whisper of this maddening frenzy, Paralleled to glimpses of momentary ecstasy. This given breath of whispering death, Equaled to incantations of drugs and sex, Is unending as my built labyrinthine rigmarole, Holds the infidel and innocent, each as collateral. Want to be featured in our weekly Poets’ Pick. Send your submissions to ae.carolinian@gmail.com Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal
Why Men’s Soccer is the number one team on campus Daniel Johnson Staff Writer The best word to use to describe the 2015 Men’s Soccer team is “talented.” This team is chalked full of more talent than arguably any soccer team within the past five seasons. And even if a student had not been to a game this season, they could look at the … Continue reading Arguing with the Editor
Why Cats rule and Dogs drool (Excessively) Matthew Johnson Sports Editor I really did not grow up with pets. My parents and older sister tell me we had a fish in our first apartment, but I certainly don’t remember it. In the days following “The Little Mermaid,” I guess my parents thought my sister would love a fish, but she never really warmed … Continue reading Millennial Moment
Witches Stew as the Ghost Brew Matthew Johnson Sports Editor Gambled across this harvest mosaic Aflamed in the coolness of a dreamy-world phantomic, All your curses and wicked summonings Of all this evening allows you to tumble and speak Aloud your covered selfhood in unpeeled hues. Do you not hear the wind’s howl? In a migration of those whistling and outstretched black birds, … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal
Matthew Johnson Sports Editor As a simple man, there are a few things in October I absolutely adore. I love watching New York baseball as the air begins to get a little colder. I love taking walks in the autumnal bluster and watching the falling scarlet and gold leaves surround me. And of course, with Halloween this weekend, I can’t wait to watch … Continue reading Five Lessons I learned in October
Matthew Johnson Sports Editor Dating back to 1967, there have been few in the history of the men’s basketball program that have left such a mark as Kyle Hines. When documenting the basketball tradition of UNC-Greensboro, there is perhaps no greater player to have stepped on the parquet floor than Hines, who was a power forward from 2004 to 2008. Today, the all-time men’s … Continue reading Former Spartan, Kyle Hines shares experience of basketball, Europe
Matthew Johnson Sports Editor Dating back to 1967, there have been few in the history of the men’s basketball program that have left such a mark as Kyle Hines. When documenting the basketball tradition of UNC-Greensboro, there is perhaps no greater player to have stepped on the parquet floor than Hines, who was a power forward from 2004 to 2008. Today, the all-time men’s … Continue reading Former Spartan, Kyle Hines shares experience of basketball, Europe
Typically on a Wednesday afternoon at the Rec Center, the pounding of basketballs on the parquet floor are the dominant sound which ring throughout the basketball courts. However, last Wednesday was not a typical day at the Rec Center, as the dribbling of basketballs were drowned out by the giddy laughter which comes with playing the sport, “Bubble Soccer.” Hosted by Campus Activities Board (CAB), … Continue reading Students bounce with BUBBLE SOCCER!
“Opened Eyes in a Dim Light” Matthew Johnson Sports Editor Swayed in bell rings, wondered in an all-consuming fascination, Mine eyes have seen, in this lowly human hollow, A sliver of divine imagination. For this attached memory savors sips of reverence To keep a near empty soul who seeks a liberated penance, Replenishment to last in 24-hour increments. In this world of worried … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal
Featured poems from our sports editor Matthew Johnson Sports Editor June, hanging heavy with odors red Dawns on this conscientious life, A far-off player, an unwelcomed silhouette. Those pillars of all those talked about souls Makes me death, awwnd stiffly cold. Take me away from these hard and sanctifying stones And let me sink deep, away from that unmoved nature. You see me haunted … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal
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