<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Bookworm Society]]></title><description><![CDATA[Where literature comes alive and stories unite.]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 May 2026 12:18:09 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The pornification of Wuthering Heights.     Was it truly necessary?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Wuthering Heights - Written in 1847 by Emily Bronte, was a novel that upon its  publication, stood out because of its lack of clear morality and its unclear distinction between good and evil, making it difficult for the reader to pinpoint a clear “villain” since all the characters written by Bronte had different flaws and errors throughout the plot.   She published it initially under a male pseudonym- Ellis Bell, in order to ensure that her novel would be treated with the seriousness it...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/the-pornification-of-wuthering-heights-was-it-truly-necessary</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a090de35595910ad5d3ffe</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2026 19:32:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_9e38e5754b41466389bab92918eb98df~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_363,h_500,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Layza </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Before an Exam]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by: Teto Fan (Juan H. Erazo) Poison Nothing but poison. Prickly cactuses clog my throat and ears. My head feels like heavy mush. I am sick. When faced with my opponent, My knees no longer stay, Nor do they quiver. They burn. A burning so harsh My being falls from the scars. Oh, I am, Why have you allowed this? What must I do? Is there something to do? Please, what am I? I am who I am, But the  I am now is now who I am . I am infected with a toxin. One that does not let me forget,...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/before-an-exam</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b43a29d7b18f7389d1bba9</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2026 22:39:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_59027da3c1684c8d8297278a4cb5c6c1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_667,h_907,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[                       Clases de Ciencias]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by: Teto Fan (Juan H. Erazo) Here, I am, I am here. Desde el mayor punto de mi viaje, Veo detrás de mi todo mi paisaje. Mi tierra y flora muy apreciado De apariencia única y sagrado Ya no se siente por este frío desgraciado. Contra aire que corta, Me agarró por esta roca. Para pasar sobre esta pared Y conseguir las palabras de esta boca. Yo como juglar Con el no poder hablar Me hace perder todo sentido De creatividad y productividad. Pero, no solo se me va todo lo que tenía entendido...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/clases-de-ciencias</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b4385bc0bc1d0b8e9f5890</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2026 22:07:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_116a0d72ae65437c9aa283216c8ab4e2~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_840,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Milkdromeda ]]></title><description><![CDATA[From so far we saw each other luminous and spiraling,  dismally alone in the burgeoning abyss,  holding the few last breaths of the universe,  guarding them in eternal inhale from nothing at all.  It was simple natural impulse to one day take it  and abandon our cold mute posts in the void  towards the one living body in our sights,  the only light that could understand what we carry.  Time pieces away as we glide to our crossing,  gaze away from unstirred space but on lucent dust,  ever...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/milkdromeda</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a5dbcdfe2730c04134a38c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2026 19:02:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_abc9c44e57fd4397aa4ce7a4b601fd21~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_630,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sebastian Bruno </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[                   Written in the Margins ]]></title><description><![CDATA[________ 	I saw her walk into the room, and the way her feet strike the ground demands attention; her presence insists on being acknowledged. But no one else seems to get the memo.  	As I slowly lift my gaze, expecting others to be staring too, I realize no one else is looking.  	She brushes her hair aside, silky strands slipping with effortless grace. My eyes find hers and my breath catches in my throat. I cough, trying to remind my lungs how to inhale and exhale.  	Then—blinding light. So...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/written-in-the-margins</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699cd1769b838a9bc875e981</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2026 02:07:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_70015ca8d73f49eca5faf3f69c9cbdd6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_689,h_655,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lyana Cuebas</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rompecabezas]]></title><description><![CDATA[My alarm is always set for 5am.  But today I was restless and turned it off at 4:58am. 	Today was going to be a long day.   	My first class was at 7am with Professor Madlock, but I always liked having this time for myself to get ready. Get my thoughts in order.   	Not that I didn't have a lot of time during the day, but there was always something about the stillness of the morning, that offers the feeling of a clean slate, a new day to be productive.   	Looking at myself in the mirror, my...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/rompecabezas</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6995c8d0f797687350e57ccf</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2026 22:32:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_451b493263fe488baff87b2e4aafb786~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_679,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Layza </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Must’ve been the wind ]]></title><description><![CDATA[As a faceless family friend ran her mouth,  my wings cast a latent shadow over them all,  dourly rendered by flameless candlelight  and held up by the steam of coffee and chocolate  brewed with the sweetened tears and spiced flatteries  of long-time witnesses of my presence.    When they poured out of the door, I followed the current,  a flight over breathing waves and flannel seafoam.  I visited every room I’d, at one point, named ‘home,’  and there, unbound, I emerged within their corners. ...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/must-ve-been-the-wind</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6995c720efa15866f1eec8b9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2026 14:08:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_e5ac28a0f3d64303a4b3a6de6d05dd3f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sebastian Bruno </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[El Titular Semanal ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Esmeralda estaba estúpidamente enamorada, como el amor suele dejar a uno.  Deseando otro beso, esperando otra caricia. Solo con pensar que ya mismo llegaría la hora de su matrimonio, hacía que su estómago se llenara de mariposas preocupadas, locas por salir de su boca. Todavía recuerda el día que conoció a Ángel, hace aproximadamente un mes atrás, cuando la vio salir de su trabajo, un club exótico cerca de su casa. Le dijo que se veía bella, y le ofreció una rosa. Aceptó salir con él. Y cada...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/el-titular-semanal</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699524aff3bdbffca928d468</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2026 03:00:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_14f8a740ed02424faa6be3f2b264e167~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_442,h_507,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Layza </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Pure Silence ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Words infuse our actions with meaning.  “One should never assume,” is what I’ve been taught.  So, I always ask   Never act.  Because what would I be   If not a sentence   stringed together.    Yet…  Philtatos,   I find myself choosing  Verbs over nouns.   I no longer recognize my thoughts.  I now see the images  I could never picture.    My desire turned into a run-on sentence  My passion turned into—  My longing turned—     Philtatos,   words no longer reach me when I think of you.  I taste...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/in-pure-silence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69950e7b31440415cc69b1ff</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2026 01:05:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_ee750e11d7df44afaa05b651981399ea~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_406,h_519,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lyana Cuebas</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Greedy ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Greedy are the people who drown in love.  Oh, to be perceived.  Oh, to be understood.  Oh, to never be lonely.     Greedy are the people who don’t realize what they are surrounded by.   Oh, to be fruitful.  Oh, to be abundant.  Oh, to be in the middle of the Pacific ocean.     Greedy are the people who need to be stripped bare and abandoned,  to realize what it’s like to have thirst.    Greed is to laugh or grow resentful when you see a drop.  I’ll take it from you.   I’ll savor it.  Oh, to...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/greedy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">691677d2fc22f1d9068c7edb</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2025 01:20:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_cd4af7f8bb064b55978161294f2ca352~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_235,h_173,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lyana Cuebas</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[This could’ve been an email ]]></title><description><![CDATA[No day spent at this university is a good day. It’s always too humid outside and sterile inside, like the place was designed to make you uncomfortable. If the general vibe of the university wasn’t enough to make me want to sleep in, the morning itself almost convinces me to turn back.   	My black hair has already formed an alliance with the humidity. I tie it up to keep it out of the way, but even in a bun, it escapes and takes a life of its own. Four hours of sleep, caffeine, nicotine, and...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/this-could-ve-been-an-email</link><guid isPermaLink="false">690bf28ffd9ea664b1e3a149</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2025 02:01:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_451b493263fe488baff87b2e4aafb786~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_679,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lyana Cuebas</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Burned Candle]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nikole Ann walked behind a sea of students, her mind wandering to that soundless part of her conscience. Where things usually never made sense, but always created doubt, a sense of dread spreading through her sensitive olive skin.   	Slowly, she raised her hand to her shoulder, removing her dark hair from it. Her long, red polished nails graced her exposed skin, a shiver running down her spine as the memory resurfaced.    	Blue eyes flashed across her mind, his rough hands lingering beyond...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/_burned-candle_</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68fafd4394cca4a8cf208180</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 00:03:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_451b493263fe488baff87b2e4aafb786~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_679,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The State of Spirit Photography in the 21st Century ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Spirit photography, the impassioned practice of capturing the paranormal in a prison of film, gained mayor prominence in the 19 th  century, when the streets were black and white, and the lamps sputtered and smoked. Finding the right newspaper on a cold Brooklyn pavement would net you galleries of obscure pictures—a fading hand suspended from the ceiling, a moon-washed, anthropomorphic afterimage at the bottom of the stairs, the misty but powerful slivers of what once was a human face. And in...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/the-state-of-spirit-photography-in-the-21st-century</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ee9127a71bf037837784b5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2025 00:46:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_d59517d3b8544e9fbdf46e3d88a03d29~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_640,h_576,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sebastian Bruno </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fawn ]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m staring at it.  It rests peacefully, far from my possession.  Naively unaware of the harm that is poised on my hands.  I point to it.   I try to aim, but my hands,   impatient,   quiver   and fight against muscle memory.  My body shifts every 5 seconds,   unable to be still,  and then born from the silence  a soft crunch is heard as my feet step on some leaves.  Now, it acknowledges me.  As I approach it, it looks at me innocently.   And it’s the first time   I   Really    look at it.  ...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/poem-fawn</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ebf160d1548e3b8ba90628</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 21:29:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_cb092fa962da4a72bf6ccce5f9f160fb~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lyana Cuebas</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Thing About Luck ]]></title><description><![CDATA[During her first few months of, admittedly, rather frictional adjustment to Red Ivy University, Clover Aranzamendi was finally able to confirm that everyone had the same strange quirk—they spoke twice at the same time. 	Really, there wasn’t any evidence more compelling than what Clover could observe here in the Arts building’s second-floor hallway, which, by the way, was a totally warm and friendly space for students waiting for their delightful and definitely well-loved 7:30am philosophy...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/the-thing-about-luck</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d6c87da1c77a4812445e0c</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2025 18:26:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_451b493263fe488baff87b2e4aafb786~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_679,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sebastian Bruno </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How Modern Movies Have Romanticized Toxic Traits]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by: Liany Mercado Matute Throughout the years, we, as a society, have started to blur the lines between toxic behaviors and heroic, romantic behaviors. Has suddenly the idea of romance shifted in the eyes of our young society? From big motion pictures like Titanic , Pride and Prejudice , The Notebook , La La Land  to more popular modern movies such as Twilight , Fifty Shades of Grey , and atrocities like After. But what has changed? Why are we getting more movies with less romantic...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/how-modern-movies-have-romanticized-toxic-traits</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d579a46a8b844fb515ed6f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 17:35:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_45d5297bb74b45f5acae07b9729bae44~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_330,h_330,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Use of Underrepresented Mythologies in Modern Fantasy]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by: Sebastián Bruno Despite the inherent boundless imagination and infinite possibilities that characterize it and defines its appeal to the masses, fantasy seems to be one of the genres with the most limited conception in the public consciousness. If you were to go up to the average person, maybe even the average reader, and ask them to describe the fantasy genre to you, chances are high that their response will include several of the following keywords: Sorcerers, dragons, swords,...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/the-use-of-underrepresented-mythologies-in-modern-fantasy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d5762673940711a70f30d6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 17:16:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_8894c383162e4389851020e0f72e46b3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_800,h_636,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sebastian Bruno </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Seasons in Books: Spring Edition]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by: Adrianna Dumeng We all get to experience the changing of seasons, some more than others in each one of our respective...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/seasons-in-books-spring-edition</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d572b9d150f325c65ba6da</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 17:03:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_c3391e1ff2884dabae34c43875c5f321~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_256,h_332,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Literature of the Puerto Rican Diaspora in the United States]]></title><description><![CDATA[Writen by Liany S. Mercado Matute After the United States granted the American citizenship to the people of Puerto Rico in 1917, a wave of talented and aspiring Puerto Ricans migrated to the states in search of a better life. This diaspora marked a significant point in the Latin Community, for this was the start of ‘ Nuyorican’  literature. Authors such as Bernando Vega, Ana Roqué Duprey, and Joaquín Colón made their appearance, but it wasn’t until the end of World War II, that the Puerto...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/literature-of-the-puerto-rican-diaspora-in-the-united-states</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d3e2110a0add29d57c503c</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:47:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_8e00e64d20f44ef48ad6be9e95c80320~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_758,h_370,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Salem Witches]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by: Liany S. Mercado Who were the Salem witches? The Salem Witches is the notorious name placed upon the unfortunate women who were accused of witchcraft back in Massachusetts between February 1692 and May 1693. Around 20 women, who had been accused of being witches by those who had supposedly bewitched them, were hanged and scorched by the townspeople of Massachusetts. But the question is: how did the trials began in the first place, and how the hanging and scorching of so many...]]></description><link>https://bwsuprm.wixsite.com/the-bookworm-society/post/salem-witches</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d35bac3adabd52640a0dfd</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2025 12:18:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/48ac29_85104c3c369840f98ca3bcbe9ca2b787~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_258,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>bws.uprm</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>