by Nicole Patano ’22 Past the student center she walks, a ringing in her ears. Her name is spoken in whispers by the boys she met last year. The ones who took the chance to kiss her and then left her alone to cry silent tears. Beyond their voices, another sound, steady as […]
Toni Rendon ’24 Here I am standing on a hill Not at the top Just here on the hill Made up of the bodies of the kings I’ve killed Their blood trickles onto the ground Barely making a sound and washing my past in red Their crowns’ weight bowing my head Suffocating the […]
Marelle Hipolito ’22 There is wet sand stuck in my wet hair. There is wet sand stuck in my sweatshirt, and in between my toes, but I don’t care. I’m busy looking up at the night sky with you, rooting for a shooting star. Not many things have been going our way. Life […]
by Caitlin Bartley ’24 I like to imagine that the world was drawn in pencil, my body an illustration on a canvas. Just think of all the things I could fix, stretch marks on my thighs erased like crooked lines on geometry homework, coffee stains on my teeth erased like dirty smudges on clean parchment. […]
by Max Gilman ’25 How do you fix a broken eye? There must be some way to mend the deteriorating oculi, In the time we live, there must be a way. There must be a way to fix my broken eye. Without an eye, it’s easy to spite and spit with no direction. With an […]
by Madison Palmieri ’22 They are the ruffled wings of a little bird in flight, The muffled songs the lonely sing as day turns to night. The gentle tides ebb and, in turn, flow, The crashing of the waves, with which their secrets go. They are the aches and pains, The jealousies and vanities, They […]
Caitlin Bartley ’24 Nostalgia likes to creep through the cracks in the walls And seep its way into my pores to suffocate me in my sleep. The air becomes thick with memory, a stifling heat That makes my mind hazy with hallucinations. When it enters my bloodstream, I slip into oblivion And dream of […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]