July 4, 2020

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Jan.30, 2020

    High Altitude

    by Jay Willett ’20 There are two ways to look down. With pride, pitifully watching the climb, stumble, and slip. Cackling, pouring champagne at the top, enjoying the summit’s immersion. The greatest who’s ever lived. The king high on his…

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  • Portfolio | Jan.30, 2020

    Vacuuming Spiders

    by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 During his piano lesson, Grayson doesn’t really seem like himself. I know he’s not particularly talkative, but he’s even more reserved than usual today. He looks at the music with stoic, sad eyes and takes longer…

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  • Poetry | Jan.30, 2020

    Somber and Blue

    by Kiley McMahon ’20 My face, Covered, Somber, And blue. My eyes, Glossy, Puffy, And red. My thoughts, Jumbled, Intertwined, And incoherent. My watch, Ticking, Quickly, Black and white. The paper, Handed, To me, Soon with tears. The hour glass,…

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  • Poetry | Jan.30, 2020

    The Power of a Year

    by Sam Pellman ’20 A year ago I was standing under the Eiffel Tower Surrounded by unfamiliar faces Some foreign, some similar to mine. I used to panic about that moment When I would be dropped into a foreign country…

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  • Comics and Drawings | Jan.30, 2020

    The Friar Boys

    by Mark Fairchild ’20

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  • Comics and Drawings | Jan.30, 2020

    Chuckleheadz Watching the Super Bowl

    by Mark Fairchild ’20

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  • Features | Jan.30, 2020

    Listomania: Other ways Ray could have listened

    Move the pizza again (it’s messing with my feng shui) Bring back the panini station Give me iced tea or give me death Paint it in a neoclassical style Carpet all of Ray (and I mean all of it) Have…

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  • Features | Jan.30, 2020

    Tiff and Earl

    Dear Tiff and Earl, I was late to my class one morning, and when I arrived there were no seats in the room. I had to sit in the corner next to the professor by myself like a fool. What…

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  • Portfolio | Jan.16, 2020

    It Wasn’t a Dream

      The following piece includes a discussion of sexual assault and the subsquent mental and emotional impact it may have on survivors. Discretion is advised.  by Connor Zimmerman ’20 I stand there in the corner absorbing everything around me. The…

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  • Poetry | Jan.16, 2020

    The Looff Carousel

    by Gabriela Baron ’20 I remember Mom hoisting me onto a porcelain pony: her flowery perfume swaddled me. I was strapped in safely; Mom blurred as my pony pranced. Her flowery perfume wafted through the air as the pony touched…

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