February 15, 2026

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Category: Portfolio

Feb122026On the Door Frame

In twisted, creaking wood I found our namesWere scrawled by mother’s hand on the door frame. My brother’s name is...

Clara Johnson ’26

Feb122026Run, End

I used to walk for a long time, before I knew of swiftness. I was not familiar with the plan...

Grace Pappadellis ’29

Feb122026My Love For Thee

by Benedict Bergeron ’29 on February 12, 2026

My love for thee is all the stars at night,
Reflected, shining in your eyes’ pure glass.
In the dark, swirling cup I sip with delight,
There you are, but you do so much surpass,
You, like a princess over every knight.
But am I worthy to love thee so much?
No. But I love you as pauper loves might
And knows that might’s beyond his reaching touch.
My love begins with grief for your sadness
When your beauty and grace live on in such
Sorrow when they ought to live in gladness,
To be beyond this weary world’s cold clutch.
When a book is found that once was lost in th’ madness
Of busy days, I swell with glee and press
To me that tome and let the day’s badness
Be washed away in every paper tress.
My love beholds an Artist in your face
And if you weep I would hope to caress
Below your eyes and clear away that place
That your laughing beauty might be no less.
But if weeping comes and the good times erase,
I’d weep with you til the day’s most bitter end.
As the red sun sets and the light wanes apace,
I will stay with you, my heart’s dearest friend.

Feb52026Inishkea

May the angels light our way tonighton such a desolate island. Where sealsswim up the harbor mouth, birds take flight,and sheep roam in octaves on green fields.Boats offshore watch not us, but wavesthat slap their sterns in a prolonged rock.We’re left to the hills and stones, and cavesthat fall darker and deeper than the loch.No […]
Ian Gualtiere ’27

Feb52026Leaving

“I’ll text you,” you say as you leave.But we both know you might not. The text thread is on borrowed time,And it may be a miracle that you showed upin the first place. The expiration date has passed,But then you show up again,And it’s like everything is new again. So, you may or may not […]
Grace Batsie ’28

Feb52026A Dark Lord

Immured in a darkling dungeon, you see the sun setting into night beyond the windowsill, which is sealed by a rusting gridiron. Clinging to the flaking bars, you bruise your knuckles as you strike the iron, desperate to capture a single ray, a single photon of light. A great hook of hot steel wraps around […]
Benedict Bergeron ’29

Jan292026Cave

The room is similar to that of a cave,cold and quiet,but not quite empty,not quite vacant. We string up glowing petals above,the windows stay open,barely a flash, just constant, waning, natural light.A blanket of time, hours go by, warm and safe, the ease is innate. Every item, a friendship crest, the incense holds the memories,the […]
Grace Pappadellis ’29

Jan292026s n o w

s   n       o        w cover me—hide me—when I am overcome with woe              s          n                o                         w comfort me—console me—when I know not where to go       s     n            o                w call me—christen me—with the name which you bestow         s […]
Hanna Boudreau ’28

Jan292026The Poet’s Plight

I sit before my oaken tableAs oft as I am ableWith pen in hand and paperMy words, never stringing.I try to be a shaper,A song-maker, singing,But inspiration lacks;My purpose comes to naught.I turn to trace my tracks,But I have none begot.Before my oaken table, I sit,Not writing once, not one bit.To me, this is a […]
Benedict Bergeron ’29

Jan222026The Last Stop

He likes his coffee with milk and two sugars, his eggs scrambled, his toast burnt, and his barstool—the third one from the end of the counter. At least, he likes to think it’s his barstool. He’s been sitting there since he was a young boy, when his legs used to dangle underneath him like vines […]
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