by Mariela Flores ’23 It’s as if someone cut you out of a magazine and glued you under my eyes. You are the accessory that I have been given, even in my well-rested times. I’ll always know when I’m tired but I won’t ever need an eyeshadow base, and even if I don’t like […]
by AJ Worsley ’22 it’s not that i didn’t have the time, in fact, it’s precisely the opposite. i had too much time, too much time on my hands with nobody to occupy it. but if you keep with that attitude you’ll only ever have friendships, never any best friendships. everyone else […]
by Fiona Clarke ’23 The burning sun runs its blazing hands along the wildcat, The ocean, upsets it, and offers a remedy then. Take and dissolve beneath your tongue—How often?— As often as you need—For how long?— Until you, yourself, dissolve. How can there still be water? For crying out loud there is a […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 Music seeps through the brick wall “It’s too loud!” I bang in response. Music grows louder and louder My patience shrinks smaller and thinner and it’s back and forth for a while. Monday Tuesday Wednesday, bang bang bang I’m drowned out by the music! I have no choice, I learn to […]
By Max Gilman ’25 Tell them tales, Entwine them with snaring literary truths, Yet they slip through, They, Slip through the spiked thorns amongst them, And, Carry on, And so begins the cycle again, Yet the outcome is the same, But now, They, Are experienced in slipping through the thorns, What is it man […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 flight delayed, NYC heavy rains “sit tight,” the pilot said. I sit tight and look out the window It’s a cloudy night I sit tight and look at the people in the seats around me Business suit, foot tapping anxiously Khaki shorts, humming a song softly And just like me, […]
by Max Gilman ’25 Heat grew over the paint-stroked sky, He looked up, his gaze meeting light blue heavens, His leg could be heard dragging from miles away, Hours passed as he made his way, slowly, through the sea of ruptured stone, How many of these stones must have been broken down to create […]
by Anna Pomeroy ’23 I never liked hearing the truth. It always scared me because I would fear the worst As the words slipped out of their mouths With no point of return. At age four, it was a struggle For my parents to tell me they were getting a divorce. Sitting me […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 Content Warning: this piece contains content that could be triggering regarding eating disorders and body image. She called me llenita. Those words poked at my round belly, her eyes threw daggers into the soft flesh of my cheeks, her hands pinched my sides, as if she were trying to rip off […]
by Grace O’Connor ’22 Being patient makes her head spin and her nausea take over. Being patient makes her feel like she is locked in a small space, With the walls closing in on her, darkness preparing to give her a suffocating hug. Being patient leaves marks on her skin of irritation and […]