by Sinclaire Gibson and as everyone slowly migrates inside,and people start to whisper about the first snow,and as the green of the grass hides below our feet,and the hiss of the radiator scares me when i first wake up,and as the moon hovers above the …
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The Mirror Never Forgets
by Liam McGinley Creak. Tap. Creak. Tap. Those were the only sounds ringing in Qomir’s ears as he laid in bed. Creak. Tap. Creak. Tap. It never stopped. Once a mind full of jagged thoughts and whispers, this was new for Qomir. The silence. Oh! …
September 19th
by Nate Hanson ’28 Warm September night,Streetlights painting the night,Concrete on my skin. Two souls whispered through the dark,Things heavy, Sink in the daylight. He needs me, I need him,Is this magic?
Quintessence
by Gianna Hayes ’26 And it was a sort of magic, the way the summer used to drag on spinning dizzy like the tire swing which whirled you ’round ’til perhaps you felt queasy. (I know I did.)Yes, it was some magic, how the blue-blurred …