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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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 …
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?
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 …