By: Portfolio Staff

With summer rapidly approaching and the thoughts of no classes, no essays, and no more professors looming on every student's mind, bookstores and libraries are stocking their shelves with the perfect reads for your beach trips, days by the pool, and hours...

By: Alexandra BetGeorge '11 / Portfolio Staff

Blow over a bottle’s open neck, lips suspended, parted above its glass gape. It yields that sound: Low & hollow. That Voice spoke so Eve would know not to reach for the branch— not to pluck the pomegranate from the Tree of Good...

By: Danny James ’11 / Portfolio Staff

Alone. Alone in the darkness of my common room. I close my eyes and exhale heavily in short, spastic bursts. My tongue snaps out like a lizard’s to lick my chapped lips. I can feel my hands shaking like an earthquake. When I open my eyes, I extend t...

By: Dara Plath ’13 / Asst. Portfolio Editor

There is a crime in this knowledge of mine. One which threatens to break down this foundation that we have created: mere reflections of a false salvation. But I can see beyond this white picket fence, past forced smiles and shrouded eyes, starin...

By: Bobby Bretz ’12 / Portfolio Staff

City of Ants In their pants, it’s the modern social dance, With their masks on and flasks drawn, They sing familiar chants with the break of dawn; They’ll approach us as they please, Take us where we need to be, We’ll do the job wi...

By: Blake Bergeron ’11 / Portfolio Staff

Because we didn’t have any gas, we couldn’t get to where we were going. In fact, it was the minimum distance for which it was necessary to drive, just on the cusp of the maximum distance to ride a bike. Sure we could have hopped on our bikes, ...

By: Conor Leary ’11 / Portfolio Editor

Sylvan was meant to spend the rest of the dreary day looming like a sophisticated parasite. Tailored in his worn clothing, he stood across the street from where officials operated their protocols into the afternoon. The shop behind him occasionally made i...