Andrea Peralta-Villa ’27 I never knew how to danceto tambourines that split the air,trumpets coughing out orquídeas.I watched in awewomen with hips wide as cuíca drums,pounding rhythm with every sway;men shrugging off tempests like sweat.But the glass-boned guest knew,her feet drumming the floorlike birds against …
Creative
Age of Antiquity
by Moira Miller ’29 Everyone has skeletons in their closet, But mine are older than most. I’m at the age now, Where they aren’t just your silly little secrets, Anymore, They’ve become more serious, And they’re harder to keep. So forgive me for my silence, …
Down the Line
by Nate Hanson ’28 I wonder Did the 17th century French Protestants know they were making history, When they threw the Catholics out the window, thinking, will I survive this revolution? I wonder, did the Russian junior, now-soldiers, chest tighten, when he heard that Franz …
Round Midnight
by Caleb Silver ’28
And of Model Boats
Excerpt from “My Growing Collection” 2025 chapbook by Scarlett Svoboda ’28 Water scales the horizon in hopes of finding a resting home. It crashes at once to answer the calls of the moon, meanders between rocks and waits understanding its place for fate’s foaming waves. …
