by Jessica Polanco ’20 The silence of the wind is the bed that I sleep on. The language of the waves assure me they are singing my favorite song. Someday I will find the courage to ask them to show me how to play the instruments they use. The body movement of the trees […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’21 I was looking out the window Humming to the radio When suddenly it came on My heart skipped a beat I leaned forward in my seat and pressed the button to turn it right off I sat back and looked away So I didn’t have to explain Why that […]
TWO WRITERS, ONE LINE: “The envelope in my mailbox had no return address.” by Marisa Gonzalez ’18 The envelope in my mailbox had no return address. At first, I was quite shocked. Why would someone want to remain anonymous? Of course, once I asked myself this question, I realized how stupid that was. […]
by Marisa DelFarno ’18 Three towering walls wrap around Henry. The dull, plain looking bricks laid out around him resemble grey fish scales. The fourth wall consists of thick rust-rotted bars lined up high in unison. The room is as cold as an icebox. A single dim light bulb flickers above. No windows or […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I have a housing crisis. One of my friends wants to live with me next year, but I don’t want to live with them. How do I break this to them without ruining the friendship? Sincerely, Pembroke(n)-Hearted Dear Pembroke(n)-Hearted, First off, you have an amazing name. Second, you’re going to […]
Screaming into the Void Begging Our Professors for Mercy Throwing Our Laptops out the Window Burning Our Textbooks Transferring Changing Our Majors Entering the Witness Protection Program Opening a Café in Mexico Eating Donuts Planning Our Own Funerals Getting Massages Cuddling Squirrels Jumping into the Torch Drinking Our Problems Away
by Kiley McMahon ’20 A prospective student Who wants to feel Comfortable and warm, And confident and excited, About coming to her new school. I know how it feels To be a nervous freshman, Hesitant to show off her true self To the rest of her family For the next four years of […]
by Jay Willett ’20 The terrain was drenched in the heavy snow—New England had not been kind to my travels, but I still trekked on. My car had broken down around SR-3, and since it was the apocalypse, there were no other options other than the standard walking. I walked through Braintree; the flames […]