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 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 […]
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 Kiley McMahon ’20 Portfolio Staff He sits, lingers, paces, runs, and begs. He is starved, parched, alone, and weary. He takes a train, far far away, from chaos, and clutter, that his future life brought. A new beginning, a bottle released, left to scavenge, along with the past life, […]
by Sam Pellman ’20 Portfolio Staff What had the potential to be the perfect summer instead turned into the summer of realization. The realization that sometimes no matter how hard you try or how badly you want it, love just isn’t enough. It isn’t enough right now, in this moment, but with time […]
by Marisa DelFarno, ’18 Portfolio Staff What comes full circle? A raindrop descending into the ocean. Ice meeting heat’s devotion. The caged electric flow in a closed circuit. The sour workings of karma’s service. We all obey this motion like the path has been previously woven, but, does deviation have any purpose? Well, maybe […]
Photo courtesy of Alamy.com Matt Farrell ’17 “I grew up on the Southside.” We first meet a young baby boy, bright-eyed, Beautiful black skin seeing the world for the first time. His parents looked at each other and knew of the daunting climb But didn’t expect to take upon the role of Atlas, And as […]
Photo courtesy of Pinterest.com Christie Smith ’17 Strands of hair whipped around my face as the wind picked up. I could feel the rain as it soaked through my jacket. You were walking towards me, about to say what I could only surmise, But then the distance between us closed, and there was only […]