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?
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Legend Come Alive
Rae Harris Editor-in-chief The sea rocked beneath Captain Nightingale’s mighty ship, lightning breaking through the clouds. He wrenched the helm to the left, crashing through the rising waves. His crew bellowed orders as water poured over the portside railing and the sea collapsed on top …
Ebony
Elizabeth Kotora Ebony hits my chin.The smooth texturecalms me,prepares me,for what’s next.My thumb rests inits rightful spot.Its crook breatheswith life.It readies my fingersfor what’s next.My fingers hit the runwaymade of the materialthat calms me,Ready for action.With a flash, my other handand its tool are readyand …
fairytales.
Ariana Goodwin fighting my flesh ain’t easy up at 2am – looking at my life my t i m e…. wasted.“do you want to be healed?” can’t say that i do, know that it’s wrong not to. supposed to be some leaderbut if the blind …
Group Poem
Voice Seniors Graduation is a time to reflect I’ll miss coffee from Boo Bears I will always remember old Lowry Sitting in the Voice office Running around doing work Capturing moments between busy hours And quiet moments in my dorm room And everything in between
A generic, computed and humanized, goodbye letter to all my silly little senior friends
Nemsie Gonzalez ’26 I never thought I’d get so attached Times gone by so fast As time now bids our paths to part, We gather here with grateful hearts To our seniors, pillars strong, Led the way when philosophy led us astray. Guiding us through …