Category: Portfolio

Oxygenated

Most of the statues in Riz’s Museum were everyday folk. Artwork unknown to the world, with titles substituted for numbers on the description plaques, but I knew them all, and so did my father. Ruth the Beggar on her knees looking up with imploring eyes. The emaciated children in tattered vestments. Marcus the Musician who […]

Sara Junkins '23

Moonlit Painting

Through a curtainless bay window, the moonlight cascaded into our flat and illuminated your face with an ethereal shimmer. You asked me to paint you a picture of my future. So, with a grin teasing my lips, I told you to pose for a portrait. Rolling your eyes in feigned exasperation, you sat back on […]

Meg Brodeur '24

Born To Be Middle-Aged

I have forgiven but not forgotten the senior who, a few weeks ago, asked me what grade I was in, in a tone clearly indicating her conviction that I must be at least two grades below her. With prayers, I smothered my immediate impulse to make a face like a sleep paralysis hag and bellow, […]

Fiona Clarke '23

For Growing up in Rain

For grinded-teeth car rides; For growing up.  For being beaten into pavement; To prove a point.  For oily cat piss stains beneath the bed; For abandonment.  For coins and green paper; To live in a shadow.  For low-tide seas; For a shiny shell that breaks in a year.    Litter lent my nose the scent […]

Max Gilman '25

Listomania

 Things To Do To Make Yourself Feel Accomplished (Besides Running A Marathon) Submitting an essay  Crossing things off a to-do list Sticking to a New Year’s Resolution  Hitting 10K steps every day  Making your bed in the morning  Finishing a water bottle  Getting out of bed  Showering  Getting an interview/job offer Actually showing up to […]

The Cowl Editor

Up the tree

Up the tree, down the tree. Up the tree, down the tree. Freeze. There are eyes on me. If I don’t move, then I won’t be in danger. Up the tree…where’s the food? Shit, I don’t have any food. That’s not good. Down the tree again, and across the yard. There’s gotta be food somewhere. […]

Connor Rohan '24

Caitlin and I: An Imitation of “Borges and I” by Jorge Luis Borges

TW: Eating Disorder, Bulimia  I resent Caitlin for her name. It means pure, from the Gaelic, and she wears it like her Catholic school uniform. Tights, white collared polo, and a pleated skirt. I hate that skirt; the way Caitlin rolls it so that she doesn’t look like a prude but keeps it right above […]

Caitlin Bartley '24

Tiff and Earl

Hey Tiff and Earl! As much as I love my family, I’m really nervous to go home for Thanksgiving. My family is going to ask me a ton of questions about everything, and I really don’t know what I want to do with my future/life. Any advice to help me feel a little better? Sincerely,  […]

The Cowl Editor

Godridden

Content warning: graphic violence  A shovel exuding the earth, Harking clouds, splattered in red– Judging which lays beneath dirt, God fearing pillar to man, Searing skies with treacherous stares, Branded children sway to a hurricane’s wind, Barely fogging outlines of a justice driven structure. Eventually the skies may clear, My grandmother told me, In an […]

Max Gilman '25

Return to Sender 

I found an envelope today.  It was pretty bent out of shape.  The stamps collected on top of one another,  Adding a raised texture to the paper’s surface.  The penciled-in cursive has faded over the years, And there are small tears bordering the edges.  Unopened, its surface has aged incredibly  But the words sealed inside […]

Anna Pomeroy '23