by Rae Harris The Mortals Midday—groups gathered in the open air Sprawling across fields of flowers Separate and self-contained, they chatter— The world darkens The shadows sharpen It’s cold, so very cold And the air grows thick with dread With change With power Existence was …
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Mirror Pond
by Emma Eileen Zhanat Anderson Wispy cirrus clouds and your future–the contrails –like a foreshadow in Mirror Pond, and toad squish beneath her dainty bare foot
Worms / Alternative Endings
by Sinclaire Gibson I forgot that the worms come out when it rains. and with them the robins, who flood the grass looking for a little snack. A thick fog coats campus, moisture wrapping me up as I walk along. Their carcasses are strewn across …
A Home Imagined
Henry Walter-Wilde ’27 I am from long walks around the farm spent dreaming of infinity. I’m from every castle I ever built, thousands of blocks stacked up high. I’m from my mom’s laptop, where I did and missed so much. I’m from every magic spell …
What have I lost Since
Robbie Kugler ’27 Where is home? Home is hidingProblems with comfortAnd memories.So many memories thatWe love to forget.So many thingsWe leave behind. It’s like Giovanni said.You always have a home to go back to,As long as you never go back.You’re always welcome, unlessYou’re not. What …
Where I’m From
Sinclaire Gibson ’27 I am from words, From books and from literature. I am from the stories I read as a child. (Noble princes saving damsels in distress. Talking gnomes and spiteful elves.) I am from the poetry that sat on our dining room shelves, …