Lauren Amato ’29 Hanna sat at the table, little hands clutched around the golden fork that was too big for her. Her silk dress fell loosely and simply on her legs. She was too small to wear anything more significant or extravagant. Hanna watched her …
Aliens Beaming Up Cows
by Olivia Ty ’29
Turning Obsidian
Moira Miller ’27 The sound of her voice is hypnotic,Makes me forget about you,Just for a little while.Something about going to dust together,Just her and I,Have no time to think about you anymore.It’s just her and I now.She hypnotizes me,And for three minutes and fifty-three …
The Sounds of Admiration
Ava Johnson ’29 I pray for a blessed chance to hear you I pay attention to the enumeration of your words I count each vibration of your phonics A hum of your voice smooths me Slowly touching my skin The direct contact by a perk …
Salsa of the Porcelain Guest
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 …