Sarah McLaughlin ’23 You are Plato, turned to heaven’s forms, I am Aristotle, here on Earth. You are Dante, looking up beyond the wall of rock, I am Virgil, eyes upon the ground, my own consultant. But are you really the sturdy tower, unshakeable? What secures your soul in stringent grip? What […]
Grace O’Connor ’22 She waits for hours as her hair is bleached, Piece by piece slowly being painted, In order to not expose her dark roots. She uses a mitt to spread the chocolate-colored mousse on her skin, Spreading it over every inch of her body, Waiting for it to slowly melt into […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 This poem gives voice to Criseyde from Chaucer’s work, Troilus and Criseyde. There is no honor in loving you, Troilus. There is only shame that roots itself in between my bones until my movements grow stiff and my choices none. There is no beneficence in loving you, Troilus. There […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 It was a Thursday morning when the second grade substitute went through the roster. “Lianne?” Yes, that’s me. But that’s my first name. I go by Marelle, my middle name. That afternoon I asked my mother why. “Mama, why am I called Marelle? Everyone at school goes by their first […]
Taylor Rogers ’24 Performativity’s persuasive lies pour out of your pale mouth, Claims that are far from true stretching out your already thin lips. The more you speak, the more my stomach resembles a worn-out washing machine, Churning your chilling words and soiling already clean clothes. Each second feels like days as you […]
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 The gray Nor’easter clouds block out the sun, And biting winds turn all our faces red. For one day, the snow’s white, the weekend’s fun, The mattresses are dragged outside as sleds. But frostbite stings, snow turns to gray from white; Even hot chocolate from Dunks can’t warm our […]
by Max Gilman ’25 you became my orbit my normal, now you don’t know what to say neither do i i never really knew what to tell you if i had, i wouldn’t be here these fingers have never been too good at reaching for what they need. except when the item […]
AJ Worsley ’22 Light a candle, admit your flaws, set the tone. Don’t let the process turn your heart to stone. Find warmth in lost love, but always try to keep it in your sight. The best love poems are written after the love has gone to light. Compare your lover to […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 Content warning: This poem contains themes of death and suicide. Both of my parents teased their death. One friend took their death and plastered it onto every wall of my life. I had my very own half death, one at twelve, another at fifteen––I am starting to think these events are […]
by AJ Worsley ’22 Conspiracies roll around in my mind as I do in my bed. Another night where I cannot fall asleep. I turn on my fan for noise but I am not warm, so I aim it towards the ceiling. There’s something about my bedroom that has never felt so unfamiliar before. My […]