The Rutgers Review

Whither the Humanities

Put down your paintbrushes, close your copies of Wittgenstein, and take a breather glee kids, I know the play’s coming soon but I need you to rest those cords f... Read More

Mad World

There were pieces of skin sneaking out of holes in jeans and missing buttons from shirts and missing thoughts from brains and twisted coffee cup sleeves and sta... Read More

Low Blow

When Nicolle isn't reflecting her flaws in the dining hall, she draws comics. She can be found here... Read More

Sleep

Good evening, Welcome to this new segment called, Sleep eludes me. The fairies of shut eye haunt me, Claw at me, The nightmares don't begin, Reality turns and h... Read More

Spotlight on the Doves

  When I started college, I was 150% anti-Greek life. I never understood the “fake” connections and the “OMG ILU BIG”s and the carbon copy pictures of soro... Read More

Skin, Is My

When Nicolle isn't trying and failing miserably at interacting with young children, she draws comics. She can be found here... Read More

What-Would-I-Say Found Poetry

Poetry created solely from statuses created by what-would-I-say website that is currently all the rage. could you very nice tell me when breakfast started. I'... Read More

Sous Chef

When Nicolle isn't being lost in translation with her sarcasm, she draws comics. She can be found here... Read More

Quizzy Fun Time!

When Nicolle isn't observing dogs taking advantage of the 100% real grass on Livingston, she draws comics. She can be found here... Read More

Modus Operandi

the cut scabs over almost healed and then i scrape it off my skin.   balloon inflates i tie the knot and then i pop it with a pin.   i catch... Read More