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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]