Category: Poetry

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  Max Gilman ’25   “We use our math to create cattle. Shape this way and that, but eventually your lines will be nothing more than a man with a rifle and you, the fawn child.”   Wonder if this windowed world holds something more,  Peer through the dying streetlight, a window through old construction […]

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Goodwill

Fiona Clarke ’23   At Goodwill, a good find:  A second, or third, or fourth-hand lamp.  (“Where are you going to put that?”   “I don’t know, but I’ll find a place.”)  And so it was:  An old light in a new shape,  A new light in an old place.    So it was, was it […]

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Hungry Pantoum  

Mariela Flores ’23    ***TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*** I empty myself out.   While the world concaves around me I center myself.  Scrapping what is left of me until I feel nothing––  moving inside of me.     I center myself in the feeling,   of sharp bones that rip through my skin.   Nothing moves inside of me,  only […]

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A Purgatory of Trains

Sarah McLaughlin ’23   You are Plato, turned to heaven’s forms, I am Aristotle, here on Earth.   You are Dante, looking up beyond the wall of rock, I am Virgil, eyes upon the ground, my own consultant.   But are you really the sturdy tower, unshakeable? What secures your soul in stringent grip? What […]

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Chocolate-Colored Mousse

Grace O’Connor ’22   She waits for hours as her hair is bleached,  Piece by piece slowly being painted,  In order to not expose her dark roots.    She uses a mitt to spread the chocolate-colored mousse on her skin,  Spreading it over every inch of her body,  Waiting for it to slowly melt into […]

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Criseyde

by Mariela Flores ’23 This poem gives voice to Criseyde from Chaucer’s work, Troilus and Criseyde.     There is no honor in loving you, Troilus.   There is only shame that roots itself in between my bones  until my movements grow stiff and my choices none.   There is no beneficence in loving you, Troilus.  There […]

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Yes, that’s me.

by Marelle Hipolito ’22 It was a Thursday morning when the second grade substitute went through the roster.   “Lianne?” Yes, that’s me. But that’s my first name. I go by Marelle, my middle name.     That afternoon I asked my mother why. “Mama, why am I called Marelle? Everyone at school goes by their first […]

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Performative Activism Sucks Ass

Taylor Rogers ’24   Performativity’s persuasive lies pour out of your pale mouth,  Claims that are far from true stretching out your already thin lips. The more you speak, the more my stomach resembles a worn-out washing machine,  Churning your chilling words and soiling already clean clothes.    Each second feels like days as you […]

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Sonnet 130, But I’m Stuck Inside My Apartment

by Sarah McLaughlin ’23   The gray Nor’easter clouds block out the sun, And biting winds turn all our faces red. For one day, the snow’s white, the weekend’s fun, The mattresses are dragged outside as sleds.   But frostbite stings, snow turns to gray from white; Even hot chocolate from Dunks can’t warm our […]

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hey, orbit

    by Max Gilman ’25   you became my orbit  my normal,  now you don’t know what to say  neither do i  i never really knew what to tell you  if i had, i wouldn’t be here  these fingers have never been too good  at reaching for what they need.  except when the item […]

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