by Sarah Heavren ’21 I remember, Thinking of days gone by, That this started With the blink of an eye. Before I was ready, Somehow I knew By some way at some time I’d be with you. You were the first to listen And the first to enjoy The witty and clever Humor that […]
by Sean Tobin ’20 Here, November, warmth retires— Rush to start the Winter fires! Yet the Sun has not retreated And left him for whom It’s needed Without the glow which inspires. And on the dead for which It’s whitest; Yes, brighter, nay, the brightest; Now on them shall It remain, Now, on them, who […]
Does Fear Disappear? By Sean Tobin ’20 Does fear disappear If Stephen King writes it down And Hitchcock films it? Or does fear instead Creep, crawl, and hide deeper down Where you cannot reach? The Wind Sarah Heavren ’21 The wind whips and wails Shaking the walls Rattling the trees Making leaves fall. It […]
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 Tourists converge from Earth’s every corner to see The piece of the past stored on this pebbled beach All paths extending westward from the east Meet here, the first of our nation’s vertices It’s so special to so many, apparently To view—The Rock—which began our history They’ve never switched it out, […]
by Sean Tobin ’20 One of mine, but given: Today when I arise And see slow-rolling skies Illuminate what lies This bleak side of heaven, Just one thought do I save— How bless’d this northern shore; The same which fathers fore, Sea-sick, God-starved, back-sore, Saw and knew they must have; We know the sounds she […]
by Gabriela Baron ’20 I can’t believe that you did that to her. You wore a mask of false integrity. She was a captive, now unleashed from “sir” Yet sinking back into naiveté. The door is open, but she stays inside. The birds are singing but she cannot hear. I still don’t know where […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 A traveler without a compass. A driver without a map. A pilot without coordinates. A sailor without the night stars. My life is a journey without a destination in sight. Being pushed by a force that is beyond my control, I wonder how much longer I can go without some light. […]
this place, it felt by Ariana Pasquantonio ’16 Alumna Portfolio Staff like dripping in sun on the lawn, warm bricks, like a top-bunk firework fever dream splitting through closed eyelids, just light and shadows, neat lines on canvas. We Brave Life’s Hour by Branan Durbin ’16 Alumna Portfolio Editor The thing about Motherhood, even […]
by Sarah Heavren ’21 What if we listened Instead of just heard The meaning of Somebody’s words? What if we saw Instead of just looked At pictures Somebody took? What if we cared Instead of just did Whatever we Thought we wanted? What if we felt Instead of just thought About things that Matter a […]