by Mariela Flores ’23 I want to grow and for that I will need sunlight. But I do not know Kinich Ahau, Mayan god of sun. I do not know the gold hidden in the skin of my ancestors, I do not know what it is like to feel […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 i hate the way the rush came all at once and you felt like air when i couldn’t breathe i hate the way i feel so loved when you look at me i hate the way you make all my worries and anxieties go away i hate that i’ve revolved around […]
by Kate Ward ’23 You can tell a lot by the way people hold hands A loose grip, white knuckled, palms touching Life line Heart line Head line The line of fates running along a pair of palms connecting two people Yet everyone finds their differences and intimacies in something so simple as hand-holding A […]
The koi fish The Flame Paul Rudd Dean Sears A White Claw A pong ball A positive COVID-19 test An image of Dean Sears’s email The green check mark A white square Jesus Adidas slides Lululemon leggings A missing AirPods case A singular AirPod A missing PC ID Dot and Fran, but as one person
by Fiona ’23 The next time someone asks me what I do for fun, I’m going to say that I keep an olfactory scrapbook. My hope is to put an end to that line of questioning right then and there, and slink away in a cloud of enigma, but in the event that my dogged […]
by Ellie Forster ’24 I haven’t had a scrape in a bit Haven’t fallen to the pavement and torn my knee Or slid my elbow across the driveway I haven’t had a scrape in some time Felt the burn of the sun on a cut Or the sting of it being cleaned I haven’t had […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, The squirrels are back, and they’re making it known. Despite being vaccinated, I’m still fearful. How do we defend ourselves against their attack? Sincerely, I Draw the Line at Chipmunks Dear Squirrel-aphobe, I hate to break it to you, but I think the vaccine only protects you from COVID-19, not […]
by Taylor Rogers ’24 Shadows and I become one as the night falls, The sunset smiling down at me, waving one last goodbye. Spring’s simplistic desires draw me in, And I choose to abandon my curfew, deciding to just live. As we dance, the stars begin to appear, Wishing to join our game of hide […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 They haunt the present, The ghosts of the past A reminder of Things not meant to last. Sometimes they are good Sometimes they are bad Preserve the happy And preserve the sad. The past has shaped us For better or worse It has determined Much of our life’s course. We can […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 The flashbacks come back in a blur All the good times, and the ones that hurt Every phone call and basketball game Each smile and each touch of pain But when the rain starts to pour down hard I wash myself clean from all the scars And move on to the […]