To our readers,

Fall is here, and so is The Grail to give you all the autumnal content you crave! Especially if Halloween (or fall break) flew by too fast, we have a few spooky (and some downright slimey) stories for you. We begin with Jack’s debate on behalf of the Grim Reaper (3), and a dreamy poem by Sophie H. (4). Read on to find out the conclusion of Sophia’s short story “Bone Deep,” (5-6) and see more of Sophia T.’s marvelous and macabre illustrations (7). Lillie C. explores love in post-apocalyptic England alongside first-time contributor Sarah B.’s photography (8-9). Rafa shares a poem about farewells (10), and editor Lauren does the dirty work and discovers the the supreme type of slime (11). Finally, Katherine shares an apple pie recipe from home, believe us when we say this, Commons could NEVER (12).

P.S. If you’re interested in writing for us, we meet every Tuesday at 6:00 p.m. in the Student Publications Office.

Love,

Dan, Lauren, Sophie, and Ben

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News & Features

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Volume 12 Issue 2

Slime Review

Volume 12 Issue 2

This week, the Grail is proud to feature journalism on a subject that is sure to benefit the Reed College community at large, through its potential to offer direly needed stress-relief, unadulterated joy, and stimulation of the senses — slime.

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My Father's Apple Pie

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In the Draves household, nothing is as sacred as pie. No holiday or birthday was ever complete without a pie made by my father. There was something so magical about spending a whole day with my (usually very busy) father creating a delicious pie for our family to share. Something so warm and so cozy. Turn a dreary day into a homey fall afternoon with this classic apple pie recipe.

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Pomp and Psycho-stance

Volume 12 Issue 2

Death is universal. There’s no getting around it, really. Eventually, Death will arrive knocking at your front door, making sure its records are accurate, and will whisk you away to the afterlife (which might not actually exist, but we’re going to make that assumption for this metaphorical discussion anyway, whatever, fuck off). In order to better understand and rationalize the phenomenon of death, a common trope in mythology is reimagining Death as a personified force.

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Fiction & Poetry

Featured

Nov 1, 2019

Twilight Goodbye

Nov 1, 2019

In the hazy twilight of

Dark fine trees and car lights

Returning home

Nov 1, 2019

The Cask of Dom Pérignon

Nov 1, 2019

Bone Deep Part 2

Nov 1, 2019

The air is thinner up here, and hazy too, so that when you sit and kick your feet off the edge of the cliff, it’s almost impossible to see the other side of the ravine through the fog. You sit like this often because this is the only place where you and her meet, and it’s hard to find too, off the edge of Humbleton Road which turns from pavement to gravel about a half mile back. There’s a turn-off from there, and that’s where you leave mom’s truck with the squeaky brakes and cracked windshield. Then there’s the fence, cutting through the line of evergreen and fern with the sign on it, NO TRESPASSING, and the hole that’s been cut in about ten feet to the left.

Nov 1, 2019