by Grace O’Connor ’22 The blue water shimmering in the early morning sunlight My mother’s soft hand in mine The orange morning sun so bright Its warmness sinking into my skin making it shine My small feet sink into the sand as I look at the ocean in front of me The sun is covered […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 I am a puzzle piece, I am uniquely shaped Which means I cannot fit Wherever I am placed. I have some rough edges, And my shape is not smooth. I have some points and gaps That make fitting hard, too. You didn’t seem to mind When you started to see My […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I’m having a lot of trouble trying to slog through the last few weeks of the semester and Easter just can’t come soon enough. Do either of you have any advice on how to get through these last weeks? Sincerely, Senioritis Hi Older and Lazier, I remember when it was […]
Dear Tiff and Earl My week was uneventful, how was yours? Curiously, George Dear George, My week was the same as most weeks. Monday, I caught and cooked up a king crab. Tuesday, I fought a super villain and saved Metropolis. Wednesday, I was shot out of a cannon. Thursday, I cooked scones. And […]
Travel-sized Bibles Incense Handwarmers More pockets Rosary beads Map of campus Tide-to-Go stick Copy of The Cowl Backup robe Cigars A collection of ABBA CDs The mystery of the Trinity Unconsecrated wafers (#afternoon snack) Personal autograph by Coach Cooley Martin Luther’s 95 Theses Thomas Aquinas’ Summa Theologica
by Grace O’Connor ’22 It was an image of a woman looking into the deep blue Atlantic Ocean, as the early morning sun broke through the clouds. The yellow sunlight filled her blue eyes with life. Her toes buried in the sand that had not been warmed by the sun yet. Her dirty blonde hair […]
by Jessica Polanco ’20 Our lips are the coastline Where she is the water And I am the sand And naturally, With every wave we meet Together we feel so perfect Marinating in each other’s touch Nurturing each other In a nutrient-exchanging dance Where with every step I fall more and more into a trance […]
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 lines the whole of my rib cage, and then is excavated out of my small […]