Last Dance with Mary Jane | Michael Forbotnick
At five twenty in the morning, an alarm wakes Brie. In a haphazard moment she taps snooze, rubs her eyes,Continue Reading
At five twenty in the morning, an alarm wakes Brie. In a haphazard moment she taps snooze, rubs her eyes,Continue Reading
Everyone in the room was crying except for me. I felt bad, but I didn’t really know him. I hadContinue Reading
Just across Manafort Drive from campus is a small cluster of businesses that go by the name of Central SquareContinue Reading
Beneath the hustle and bustle of Asylum Street in Connecticut’s Capital City, lies a hidden gem. Sea Tea Comedy TheaterContinue Reading
Blue Muse Magazine is proud to launch One Department, a new column featuring as-told stories from Central Connecticut State University’sContinue Reading
Perched on a sleek black stool, legs crossed and microphone resting below his chin, M. Night Shyamalan gives the BUILDContinue Reading
Echoes of classical compositions, vocal warm-up scales, and pizzicato violin plucks filled the cramped hallway of the CCSU music center.Continue Reading
I ran past the newly renovated shed to the end of the yard. Five feet from the reservoir state propertyContinue Reading
The music started when I was four years old. My older sister picked out a snazzy outfit for me, andContinue Reading
“At the start of the interview, he was sitting down behind his desk.” Broad–shouldered senior Nick Carrano projects his tenorContinue Reading










