September 30, 2020

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Sep.03, 2020

    Peripheral Vision

    by Marelle Hipolito ’22 I knock on the door, tap tap tap, And it is opened to a glitter aura embrace. OHMYGODHI, and I am passed into a swarm of bodies. Excuse me, sorry there, as I navigate to the…

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  • Portfolio | Sep.03, 2020

    Friartire: PC Squirrels vs. Corona

      by Lil Wit ’21 One of the most noticeable things about coming back to campus this semester is the spaced-out people and the ubiquitous masks. The administration has been working very hard to make sure that everyone is staying…

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  • Portfolio | Sep.03, 2020

    Can You Keep a Secret?

    by Kate Ward ’23 “Can you keep a secret?” he asked, looking over the edge of his coffee mug. I was surprised at the sudden question; we had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable half hour while this coffee…

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  • Features | Sep.03, 2020

    Tiff and Earl

    Dear Tiff and Earl, I was planning on finally getting out into the dating game when the pandemic hit. How am I supposed to find a date when we must wear masks and stay six feet apart? Sincerely,  Corona Crushed …

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  • Features | Sep.03, 2020

    Listomania: Things Professors Say/Do Over Zoom

    “Hope you’ve all been staying healthy!” “Does anyone have the answer?” Silence. “Unprecedented times.”  “So I’m gonna share my screen…now.” “Can everyone see it?” To the muted class. “We CaN’t HeAr YoU yOu’Re On MuTe.” “Do you like my virtual…

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  • Poetry | Sep.03, 2020

    I Took Myself Apart Today

    by Mariela Flores ’23 I took myself apart today. I started with my head Twisting and turning, unscrewing it from the base of my neck. A weight was lifted off my shoulders and I was lighter than I had ever…

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  • Portfolio | Mar.06, 2020

    The Strand

    by Jay Willett ’20 When they sent me here, they didn’t expect me to survive. The atmosphere is too heavy to breathe, the water’s too thick to drink, the vegetation too poisonous. A mist of emerald encompasses the air between…

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  • Features | Mar.06, 2020

    Two Writers One Line: “When I read the text, I scream”

      The Glass Shattered Below by Grace O’Connor ’22 When I read the text, I scream Glowing from the screen The words popping out, sucking me in As my eyes glazed over them Slowly, in disbelief, I turned off my…

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  • Creative Non-Fiction | Mar.05, 2020

    After the Storm

    by Samantha Pellman ’20 I stood in front of the mess that lay before my eyes. I closed them hoping that when I opened them again, the nightmare would not be before me. But there was no use. This was…

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  • Poetry | Mar.05, 2020

    A Blue Bird in Providence

    by Sean Tobin ’20 I saw a blue bird, stoic on a branch in the wide based dogwood tree. He shivered there in the cold and braved the wind, as I watched at him behind smudged glass: free to fly…

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