by Marelle Hipolito ’21 There’s a jar in your room. It’s on your shelf, by the window. I hid it behind a few books, the ones that you kept only as decoration. I knew you wouldn’t think of giving them a second glance, so I kept the jar there. It’s on the far left. […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I’ve been invited to two Super Bowl parties this year, one by some friends who are Patriots fans, and another by some friends who are Eagles fans. Which one should I go to, and how do I avoid offending my friends from the other team after I decide? FYI, I don’t […]
DJ Diesel The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Oprah Six Gents Garry “Jerry”/“Larry”/“Lenny” Gergich Kim Kardashian and Kanye West Beethoven Vanilla Ice Psy “Pants on the Ground” Guy Sophia Grace and Rosie “Apparently” Boy Willow Smith Phineas and Ferb
by Erin Lucey ’20 Buzz Buzz. My eyes snap open to begin another day. I am hopelessly exhausted, though I rarely take more than eight or nine steps a day at this point. The balloons tied to the foot of my depressing hospital bed rustle and sway as I try to sit up. Over […]
by Jay Willett ’20 The crimson tablecloth sprang up with the cold fall breeze, My great uncle had opened the window for a smoke, But the wind rejected it, spiraling it in our full faces. We were all there, hadn’t happened for a while. We all lived across the country, some in others. But […]
by Sam Pellman ’20 I said sorry when you broke my heart I waited for an apology but gave you over a hundred I let you hurt me and I blamed myself But I’m not sorry anymore I’m not sorry you walked away when I thought I needed you the most I’m not […]
by Marisa DelFarno ’18 I was much further out than a lost star’s way. I was trotting along a route obscure. Boundless and bare. Bathe myself in strangeness, under the surge of the blue veritable ocean. Marvels of form and gravity. The moving waters, the enormous avenues, going on and on—sinkin’ deeper, deeper. Taken […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 Staring at the ceiling, with a common feeling. Trying to leave my bed and overcome this dread. I steel my nerves, cause I’m living on the reserves. My alarm won’t stop, I slam the button on top. Punching in, punching out, I’m living on the clock. Looking at […]
by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 “I needed this,” Don sighed, placing the pipe on the coffee table. The burnt-out bowl stared up at me from the mahogany— trees on trees. It smiled at me, an eccentric smoke signal coming from its glass lips. “Set me aflame,” it said. “Set me on fire so that I […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, Where do I go now that Alumni Hall is closed on Sunday nights? I have no desire to kill myself on Guzman Stairs while trying to get to Eaton Street Café. Sincerely, “Hangry” Dear Hangry, GAHHHH. To be honest, the new hours in Alumni are just pissing me off. It’s […]