December 10, 2018

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Nov.20, 2018

    Pizza for Breakfast

    by Sam Ward ’21 Restless nights bear peaceful mornings, A break from fear via alarm bell warnings. That’s it, rest easy. I want to take in the moment. Slip out, brush teeth, unnoticed. Sun dips through blinds like a golden…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.20, 2018

    Broken Love Story

    by Sarah Kirchner ’21      Lights lit up the City of Love. The city of Paris was alive and many people roamed the streets. A young girl stood, searching for her love under the lights of the Eiffel Tower.…

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  • Poetry | Nov.20, 2018

    Tangible Love

    by Jessica Polanco ’20 Everyone claims you’re just as tangible As a rainbow in the sky But there’s nothing to see Just a disappointment in disguise You creep into my heart Slowly, you infect my brain I think they call…

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  • Portfolio | Nov.20, 2018

    Therapy

    by Dawyn Henriquez ’19      The plastic body of the alarm clock rattles as it wakes for its one purpose. The green glow of 5:30 a.m. blinking sleep out of its eyes. The sharpness of its sound is only…

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  • Comics and Drawings | Nov.19, 2018

    Chuckle Headz Take on Thanksgiving

    by Mark Fairchild ’20

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  • Features | Nov.19, 2018

    Tiff and Earl

    Dear Tiff and Earl, I do not want to go home for Thanksgiving because I know my pesky relatives will ask what I am doing with my post-grad life this spring. Truth is I have no idea and I will…

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  • Features | Nov.19, 2018

    Listomania: What Do Friar Dom and Huxley Do Over Thanksgiving Break

    Reenact Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Hunt squirrels on electric scooters Go on a ghost hunting expedition in the tunnels under Howley Jump in piles of leaves Feast on Ray cold cuts Listen to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is…

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  • Creative Non-Fiction | Nov.19, 2018

    The Day I Died About 3 Times

    by Jessica Polanco ’20 I remember being able to see nothing. It was pitch-black and all I could hear were crickets, moths buzzing near my ear, thunder and branches cracking under my feet. I was surrounded by people I had…

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  • Poetry | Nov.19, 2018

    The Worker Ant

    by Garbiela Baron ’20 I am the worker ant. My job is simple: provide for my winged majesty and her offspring. My queen’s size is twice mine. Fertile, strong, and powerful; she is vital to the survival of the community.…

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  • Poetry | Nov.19, 2018

    Syrupy Youth

    by Sarah Kirchner ’21 She sits and sips her black coffee, While he sips on his caramel whip. It’s been a while since they’ve been back To the familiar coffee shop of their childhood Where they shared a first kiss,…

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