August 20, 2019

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Apr.04, 2019

    To the Salty Body

    by Kiley McMahon ’20 It rubs against the whole of my mouth, covering my perfect teeth, and my palat struck tongue. It continues downward, moving rapidly into my lungs, which are already weak, as they have collapsed, once before. It…

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  • Poetry | Apr.04, 2019

    Missing

    by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 Loneliness covers him Like the thin layer of dust That covers all living things in a desert. His black beard drips the last of his water. It can be said that sadness Etches the three creases…

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  • Portfolio | Apr.04, 2019

    Square One

    by Julia Zygiel ’19 The shrill cry of the alarm dispelled Tessa’s shade of sleep as her sock-covered feet hit the linoleum floor. She danced awkwardly across the room and swiped her smartphone’s notification bar to the side. She already…

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  • Comics and Drawings | Mar.25, 2019

    Friarboys Cartoon

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  • Features | Mar.21, 2019

    Tiff and Earl

    Dear Tiff and Earl, I have just come back from spring break, and I was visiting my friend in France. I am still jet-lagged, tired, and in serious post-break withdrawal. How do I adjust to being back at school? Sincerely,…

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  • Features | Mar.21, 2019

    Listomania: Ways to Get Accepted into College

    Cure cancer Join a fake crew team Sell your soul Have your parents get a second job at the college Create your own college Live in a tent on campus and go to classes until they give you a degree…

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  • Comics and Drawings | Mar.21, 2019

    Chuckleheadz Climb Mt. Washington

    by Mark Fairchild ’20

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  • Poetry | Mar.21, 2019

    Mind is a Fog

    by Connor Zimmerman ’20 My words: I stumble, I fumble, I want to crumble. My emotions: I am dumb, I am glum, I want to be numb. My senses: I do not feel whole, I cannot feel my soul, I’ve…

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  • Poetry | Mar.21, 2019

    Soon

    by Kiley McMahon ’20 I lure my lonesome body into the bathtub, Which is prepared with soul sucking creatures. I dial three magical numbers, And let the animals take control of my body, Just as you once did, While you…

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  • Poetry | Mar.21, 2019

    Hope

    by Sarah Heavren ’21 Every glass was once empty Every tree was once bare Every page was once blank Every hero was once scared Every summer starts in winter Every day starts in night Every song starts in silence Every…

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