poetry – The Wooster Voice

My Angel has Fallen

He met with ocean waves, like concrete, After his long journey down. Feathers scattered over hot wax. My angel has fallen, And there was nothing I could do to catch him, So I hold him, For the last time. Screaming at the sun. How could …

Makeshift Graves on The Sides of Highways

Do you ever find rest where you layas the unending flood of busy lives screams and is goneDo you find yourself begging to the ones who buried you to be seen againDo the worms who gnaw at your flesh also choke on cement Does the …

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On a Walk

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

Creative

One Day

by Moira Miller ’27 I fear that one day I’ll look up and the sky will have fallen. That one day the clouds will have disappeared, and all we’ll have been left with is an endless abyss, so bright and cold we will see ourselves …

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Distances

Collin Kornish ’29