On September 7th 2022, Cairn University held their annual Club and ORG Fair in the upper MAC lobby from 4-7pm.  The fair gives students the opportunity to learn about the different clubs offered at Cairn University. Representatives from each club were able to set up a table and tell students

Note from the Editor: Welcome back, Cairn! We’re celebrating the kick off of the semester by sharing a story—a story that won the Dr. Jean Minto Fellowship Writing Award for Creative Non-fiction last semester! Before we present this poignant true story, let us present its author: Abigail Wagher. What first

Written by Julia Dykshoorn Well, folks, it finally happened. After two years of rather plain (and, shall we say, virus-hindered) spring semesters, Cairn University’s annual Gala came back to decorate the perennially gray month of March with more class than ever. Cairn students proved more than ready for its return,

In the book of Romans, it says “Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.  Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.  Be joyful in hope, patient

Written by Cornelia Schmit Who am I in this darkest place? not enough light then to see my own reflection my skin is sticky with mud I can’t get clean sand embedded deep beneath my fingernails, trapped between my toes Who am I and how do I go on? there

i see you clearly fighting the tide and her moon i’d stretch my arms out …if i wasn’t drowning too i’d save you from the waters the darkness that consumes i’d give you all you need …if i wasn’t drowning too i feel the tears well but they’re not for

Written by Freelancer The Frost boasts his chill—Descends in a breath Green blades shrouded in glittering caskets Yet still, The Sun—set on His goal, Melts Death. And Life—now our thrill.

There’s a picture I don’t look at Each time it shows in my camera roll I skip past it quickly, hoping my mind doesn’t see. It always does. Two girls in white graduation gowns smile back through the screen The first girl is confident, practiced, her leg sticks behind her

I walked along a well-trod way My feet beneath me traced The paths of those who’ve gone before In their same tracks, I chased             An answer to my unanswered prayer             An answer to my chase. My face turned down to scenes ahead My thoughts to my own pain

Written by Freelancer Grief and Love shook hands, Then decided that was too formal, And embraced. Both glanced at Time and chuckled, Fascinated by how so many Bought her lies of deadlines Applying to either of them. “No, we are outlaws,” Grief announced, “thrown about by the wind and holding