An obnoxious yellow tag stands out on my black bathing suit, The neon color disgusting me when I discover it; My nails dig into the dirty label, Trying but failing to rip it off, As it stubbornly sticks to the dark suit. Finally, I shed this label, Yet I still feel the judging stares of […]
by Mariela Flores ‘23 This Poem is for my best friend. A goodbye is near, it lingers in our air. I feel the goodbye when we share a meal in a comfortable silence–– I feel the goodbye during late nights when all I want is to absorb any time I have left with you. It […]
by Caitlin Bartley ’24 Reading tea leaves, our silly tradition. Two cups of steaming earl grey, brewed bitter, growing cold because of your omission. I am frozen in time, entranced by mugs of milky tea, unaware that the café is closing, trapped in a space between fate and reality. And although we […]
Grace O’Connor ‘22 The blue in her sparkly eyes hugged the green rim in the middle She was careless, as her only fear was if her mom would hide her favorite rose dress from her The cloth of her dress held infinite red roses, which she wore with a gleaming smile Her smile could cure […]
Caitlin Bartley ’24 At nighttime girls are stripped bare, washed and dried, slathered in oils and moisturizers and serums, and dressed in white silks. So soft and sweet. Girls are put to bed, laid on linen sheets, eight hours to sleep until the alarm rings. This is how girls are prepped to be devoured […]
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 […]