by Grace O’Connor ’22 I woke up wishing I was still asleep It was a cold November morning A shiver went through my body My Yankee blanket not even keeping me warm I don’t have the motivation to wake up I stare at the blue walls around me I won’t be waiting for the last […]
by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 He was stocky, built more like a fridge with a magnet on its chest than a man with a badge. I didn’t even notice him walking into the pizza spot until he was in front of me. He stood what he must’ve considered a safe distance away. I saw his lips […]
by Julia Zygiel ’19 This time it had been a cassette, its original label covered up with a piece of scotch tape that read “Self help” in purple Sharpie. Eloise would rather send her beat up Volkswagen over the guardrail and into the valley below than listen to it. The tape sat next to a […]
Ray The fact that I have to figure out what PC Cash is My diminishing PC Prints balance Broken elevators The laundry room being on the ground floor Shoeboxes (aka Aquinas doubles) Lack of insulation in windows Communal bathrooms Physics Professors canceling class but not telling anyone Professors not canceling classes The lack of a […]
Dear Tiff and Earl Do you believe in climate change? I keep trying to convince my friends that it is real, but they won’t listen. How else can it go from freezing in a Polar Vortex to feeling like I should be on a beach somewhere? What should I do to convince those around me […]
by Jessica Polanco ’20 This morning, the sun was selfless, too selfless and better yet, shining its rays all over our backs without our permission. Mia and I have to walk 25 miles up to the sea to get water and bring it back to our families. These are the duties that the townspeople have […]
TWO WRITERS, ONE LINE: “I swore to myself that this would be the last time… The Last One By Erin Lucey ’20 Dan I swore to myself that this would be the last time. But as I sift through the pile of potential suspects, I can’t help but torture myself with the thought that I must […]
by Jay Willett ’20 Red is the rising temperature when I’m alone. Red isn’t a goodbye; it’s an awakening. When the dust settles and clears, and the party’s over, there’s just him. Red is the pain I’ve come to know all too well, with his rough edges filled with true loss. Red is worn, engulfing […]
by Sam Ward ’21 I got the heaviest skull and the emptiest stomach. No heart, all construct, Sans act, more dumb luck. “When it’s Time to act, will you conquer?” More Or less a revelation from a Cowardly lion’s conscience. Time can heal but can’t unshoot the messages. So Reload with blanks and try to […]