Mariela Flores ’23 I wish I could float inside the slits you let open like a seed in a line ready to sink and to grow. I wish I could dive into your veins and feel your hot blood crash against me. I want nothing more than to burn from the spark in the […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 ONE I fashion a gun out of cold flesh, and point it directly at my enemy. There is no hesitation in this kill, you are at the mercy of my hands. TWO When the wind turns my bones stiff and the ground is frozen, warm hands find my flesh and […]
AJ Worsley ’22 get down on your knees rub your face across the grass tickle your cheek with excitement, you feel something. drive to the water, one hand on the wheel, your other is holding on to life. you haven’t felt alive in a minute. the skylines reek of hope but you […]
Anna Pomeroy ’23 They say it’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors. I never seemed to understand that–– Why not be granted the extra protection before you even step outdoors? It’s rather a challenge, standing down the hall of my mudroom As I glare down the open door drowned with rainpour. It’s a […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 I ate some fried chicken yesterday It tasted good to eat my worries away I saw my friend in the hallway But I hit a locker and it took my breath away I went to stats, we had a happy frappy Made me realize that my life was so crappy […]
by Taylor Rogers ’24 The rainbow is lazily scattered on my hands, Reminding me of my past actions. Its prominent hues contrast with my tanned skin, Standing out like patches of blue sky peeking through a lush, green forest. Like my hands, my canvas is also stained, Attempting to display my emotions. From […]
by Fiona Clarke ’23 On adumbrate days, I am the Bulldog of Bergen, And in real time I untangle the long and short Of it, the empty light and heavy weather, The sprints and standstills and downs and outs. Me and my ill-begotten dream— We go hand in hand down these irregular streets, Hand […]
by Max Gilman ’25 I cease to dry my body, As my towel falls to the wet floor, Soaking the towel, In puddles of shower water, I stand there for a brief moment, While listening to a melancholy song, And I think about it, The song I am playing, And I think about them, […]
by Kathryn Libertini ’23 I hold onto autumn Onto its amber tones Onto its crisp winds I do not hold onto myself Shaped by winter spring and summer Shaped by fruitful circumstance So I hold onto autumn Forever the initiator of change Forever the instance of moving forward
by Max Gilman ’25 What came first, The rope, Or the knot, The knife, Or the cut, The murder, Or the disdain? Nonetheless, One leads to the other, In an endless cycle of circling disparity. Before all these, though, Came the child, With a free mind, To fill with ideas. There he was, […]