by Gabriela Baron ’20 October is the month of possibility. Our creativity develops and deepens like the crimson and cinnamon fall foliage. Each gust of crisp air propels our thoughts to the future. What do you want to be? The answer used to change every year: Dorothy, Snow White, a ladybug, Eeyore. On Halloween, I […]
by Sam Ward ’21 It’s okay. You can look away. Still fixated at the heap of feathers and blood at our feet: I’ve seen dozens of dead birds and have had perfectly splendid days. Perfectly. Splendid. Perhaps if I knew our correspondence would be, Stockholm / Lima, I would have chosen my words more carefully, […]
The Carson Killer He didn’t want to get caught. The day he was suspected the shadows scratched across the hardwood floors of 29 Carson Avenue, as though the sun were trying to drag them to the basement. Day or night the sun succeeded; a cellar filled with more dark than light said as much. That’s […]
by Sarah Kirchner ’21 The man has been following me for months now. He’s everywhere I go, and I don’t know if I should be getting more One morning, I tried to yell at him to leave me alone. I told him that I can’t fix what has happened, and he knows that. Of course […]
Repeatedly slam your notebook against your head Cry on the library couch for 30 minutes and then fall asleep Eat your feelings out in Ray Look at “Help Wanted” ads for when you drop out Fill out a Change of Major form Read your friends’ papers so you don’t have to write your own Go […]
by Sam Ward ’21 One of these days I’ll challenge myself and put together the words that spell out b-e-a-u-t-y I’ll pen the pursuit and capture the prize I’ll thank my girl for kissing my scars I’ll have no need for desire One of these days I won’t romanticize the end of times being the best […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’21 Staring out this window Watching the world pass by I can’t help but wonder If you’ll be fine I’ve done this before I’ve known this hurt Everyone walks in then out of my sight But with you I’m not sure People staring into this window I have never known privacy A […]
by Jessica Polanco ’20 I am now destined to feed strangers. Those who once knew me Lost every trace of trust; That has been lost in the dark skies Under which I begged for all of this to become my reality. To one day wake up in black, silk satin sheets— And today, they cover […]