Within the Lucas Walls

Standing behind the Great Hall, you may be able to catch a glimpse of the peculiar shaped building at the bottom of the hill. If you squint hard enough, you might see a student or two standing behind their easel or drawing board. This building is the Lucas Art Workshop, and to much of the campus, it is a mystery.

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France: Lessons from Abroad

Three weeks ago, on September 11, the Art Department held an exhibit on the second floor of the library. This gallery featured artwork from students who spent their semester in France last spring. While enjoying charcuterie snacks, Covenant students gathered to appreciate their friends’ artistic talent and hear about their experience and insights from studying abroad.

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A Sympathy Card For Dad

When I make a sympathy card for Dad, I capture his memories. I study the picture. I listen to stories. But who is his friend? The friend who listened to my dad when he had to leave, and said, “I’m lovin’ on you.” This friend was a tall, muscular Navy man. They attended Covenant together. Because his friend served, he graduated later. He had a big laugh. He gave good hugs. He didn’t like photos. He was excellent at flag football. He lived on Catacombs. He was Dad’s RA. He was Dad’s roommate.

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“Cowboy Carter” Isnʼt Country

On Friday, March 29, Beyoncé released her “Cowboy Carter” album, and I was both excited and concerned. As someone who has grown up just outside the heart of country music, I wanted Beyoncé’s country album to be good but feared she did not know what she was getting into. When will I learn to never question Mama Yoncé’s work!?

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“Dune: Part 2”: Dreams Come True

“LISAN AL GAIB! LISAN AL GAIB!”

In the chapel this past Inauguration day, students chanted loudly as Brad Voyles took up his weapon to engage in ritual combat against Derek Halverson to earn the office of president. Voyles saluted with his blade: “May thy knife chip and shatter” before the attack—

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Too Close to Touch’s Final Goodbye

On Friday, March 8, 2024, Too Close to Touch released the most anticipated album of the last few years for the Metal and Hardcore scene. It was the first release from the lauded Kentucky hardcore group since 2020 when they released the four-volume series of EPs entitled “I’m Hard to Love, But So Are You,” and also serves as the band’s final goodbye to music, and to their beloved frontman Keaton Pierce, who died of pancreatitis in 2022. The album entitled “For Keeps” had been in the works since before Pierce’s death but had to be put on hold after his sudden death. The title of the album is a play on one of Pierce’s nicknames, based on his initials KP.

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Covenant College's Seussical

The show was directed by Professor Claire Slavovsky of the theater department, and music direction was provided by Professor David Tahere of the music department. Costume designer Courtney McKenzie brought the iconic characters of the Seuss tales to life with her imaginative designs, blending whimsy and nostalgia.

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Birmingham Track Meet

Somehow my feet led me to a pile of rubble

The skeleton of an old building

And I sat on a chipped concrete block and cried.

In between my tears I laughed at myself

Realizing how pathetic it must have looked

How melodramatic

That one bad mile

And the pain in my foot

Could contain so much fear

So much disappointment

So much shame.

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i. November

Creeps like lichen on limestone, 

And a fresh wound is like a clean shave

Old sweater stained with new coffee, drugged

Caffeine, fluoxetine, nicotine, cucumber slices

ii. December

Read mirrors and look in books

Tell me where your favorite reflection is

Winter is when words win

I’d rather be written than reign

iii. January

New Years’ is exhaled: Camel smoke and cold-weather-hot-breath vapor

Crush the filter - more menthol that way

I cut my hair 3 times in as many months

I am afraid that when I learn to live, I won’t have time

iv. February

When the warm weather comes

I want my body back, action 

Potential poetic melancholy is poisonous

And the pills don’t ever treat the pride