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 […]
AJ Worsley ’22 “I didn’t even realize it was the same place until this morning. My hands were vibrating, and I had no idea where I was. The side of my face, only mildly sticky from drool, glued me to my pillow. My bed was no longer the only familiar environment.” I am standing in […]
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 […]
Things to do over the long weekend: Attempt to salvage my grades Take the plastic wrap off of those textbooks Catch up on shows I’ve missed Binge watch Too Hot to Handle Make arts and crafts Catch up on all of The Cowls from this semester Actually buy groceries to cook real food Finally pick […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I slipped and fell on the ice in front of an entire civ class coming out of Ruane this morning. No one even helped me up (what happened to “Friars Hold Doors”?). How do I recover from this embarrassment? Sincerely, Professional Ice Skater Dear Professional Ice Skater, The best way out […]
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 […]
Taylor Maguire ’24 It was April in New York. There was that weird uneasiness in the air that made your skin itch. All anyone could say was that “it is absolutely gorgeous outside,” yet the weather almost seemed too good to be true. “I don’t know, I just have a bad feeling about today,” […]
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 […]