The sunlight gilds the starch-stiff grass and the scent of dryer sheets plumes out from beneath the house on the corner. The sprinkler, inconvenient and impressing the grass, rains its nutritious crescendo down on me; I shake like a dog and my hair dries with …
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Weird Trees
by Nemsie Gonzalez ’26
Sunday Family Dinner
Willow Rodriguez ’26 And I stared across at my youngest sister and asked, “Why do you flail, scream, and fight?” She bores into me with hard brown eyes and responds, “To escape.” And I gazed at my younger sister and asked, “Was this what you …
November Snow
Moira Miller ’27 The day you left, It started snowing, And it never stopped. Nature has a funny way of restoring the balance of things. I remember how your words felt at the beginning, They fell softly, warmly around my shoulders, Fluffy snowflakes clung to …