Posts from "Poetry"
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Poetry | Feb.14, 2019
El Refresco De Un Cariño
by Jessica Polanco ’20 To survive a little longer, Gather all of the ingredients That bring you life. Set the stove at a low temperature, Place the smallest pot above it with A small amount of precipitation. Once it all…
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Poetry | Feb.14, 2019
Gone For Valentine’s Day
by Sarah Kirchner ’21 It was supposed to be a better day A day of love and a feeling of happiness But then he disappeared. He left me alone for another girl. Days were spent being each other’s. Together we…
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Poetry | Feb.08, 2019
Final Score
by Grace O’Connor ’22 I woke up wishing I was still asleep It was a cold November morning A shiver went through my body My Yankee blanket not even keeping me warm I don’t have the motivation to wake up…
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Features | Feb.01, 2019
Writer’s Block: “I swore to myself that this would be the last time…”
TWO WRITERS, ONE LINE: “I swore to myself that this would be the last time… The Last One By Erin Lucey ’20 Dan I swore to myself that this would be the last time. But as I…
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Poetry | Feb.01, 2019
Self Titled Manifesto 1
by Sam Ward ’21 I got the heaviest skull and the emptiest stomach. No heart, all construct, Sans act, more dumb luck. “When it’s Time to act, will you conquer?” More Or less a revelation from a Cowardly lion’s conscience.…
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Poetry | Jan.24, 2019
What We Start With
by Jay Willett ’20 We start with it, or better, among it. Born into a world—it was waiting to catch us. Some of us got the pleasure of being raised along it. We never understood it then. Not until we…
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Poetry | Jan.18, 2019
Fading Love
by Sarah Kirchner ’21 He was filled with questions of “What if?” Instead of “How are you?” And so whenever I asked, “Where?” He answered, “Why?” Things digressed quickly. Soon good-morning kisses switched To low gurgling grunts. He offered me…
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Christmas | Dec.08, 2018
Christmas Poem I
by Sam Ward ’21 Though, first and fifteenth left no guarantee, Wrapped presents with bows stuck under the tree, But the sentiment meant so much more to me. O holy Child of Bethlehem More than the Xbox or bikes you…
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