by Jay Willett, ’20 A sunset in a picture doesn’t capture its beauty. The golden rim, rust-painted wood, Sleeping alone, cold nights, What will last longer? Looked upon as pretty, nobody truly means that. If it were beautiful, it would be out to see, Instead it’s put away and marked. When it arrives only […]
by David Martineau, ’18 Few men in the history of the world could say that they had seen a kingdom rise and fall, but the Watcher was no ordinary man. He had seen a hundred kingdoms rise, and just as many fall into anarchy and ruin. It was a singular luxury in his life, […]
by Sam Pellman, ’20 From the moment we brought him home, we knew we picked a good one. Not only was he cute, but he was a real beauty. The markings on his fur were like nothing else I’d ever seen. The blacks, browns, grays, and whites were all so precise, it was as […]
by Marelle Hipolito, ’21 I woke up, and I already knew you were there I felt you before I saw you I knew you before I heard you Like how I loved you before I met you The weight of your body on the edge of my bed was so familiar Like how the […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, Should I take the GREs? If so, how do I prepare for them? Sincerely, Forever an Undergrad Dear Forever an Undergrad, I’ve been so swamped with homework and life and friends and the missing Cowls that I haven’t even had time to breathe, so my future is something I just […]
Burned in the Torch The Koi Pond The “No Storage Alloweed” Closet in Ryan Random Dorm Room in Guzman The Matrix The Room of Requirement The Tunnels under Howley The White House Shelby, Ohio Canada (It Got Deported) Middle Earth Joey Aiello’s Trunk
by Jonathan Coppe ’18 Basel was tired of spending all his weekends drunk and depressed. He had resolved to do something about it. It was midnight. The dock was misty, and the cold, damp air got underneath Basel’s clothes, right onto his skin. He shivered, cinching up his scarf. He thought he had arrived […]
by Kiley McMahon ’20 Dear Father, As I walked through the rain, drenched and frigid, I watched the soldiers march, one by one, concealing their every fear from those around them. As I carried the half loaf bread, worth only 50 cents, to our family of five, I tried to think of a […]
by Dawyn Henriquez, ’19 “Who are you?” “Tom Harkos.” “No, no, no,” he said, his silver mask reflecting the late afternoon sun into my eyes. “Who are you?” “Thomson Eliot Harkos,” I said, thinking my full name should do the trick. At that he laughed, his grimacing false face emphasizing the ill-natured air between […]