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 Taylor Rogers ’24 Wind playfully sways my fragile body, jokingly pushing me towards an unseeable path. I refuse to acknowledge this pull, but I find myself unable to turn around. Here is the place I feel the most serene, the most calm, since I know my demons can crawl into my bed at night. […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 There is someone following me. I can hear their footsteps and the way that they mimic my own. Their smell is familiar and strong, and it makes me sick to my stomach. They follow me as I go left and right, they follow me as I step onto the bus and […]
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 Is it bad that I can feel the echoes of your sorrow coming off of you, as I glide over the scars on your arm? Is it bad that I can touch your distress as my fingers run through your hair? Is it bad that I can sense your anguish pulsing […]
by Elizabeth McGinn ’21 Snow-roofed colonial revivals, nearly identical except for the colors; candles aglow in each window, welcoming wreaths on the door, twinkling lights hidden in the shrubbery. Walk inside any and there’s a familiar scene; a family gathered around the tree, plaid or snowman pajamas and fuzzy socks, hot chocolate—Peppermint Schnapps for the […]
by Sarah Klema ’23 – Creative Writing Contest Winner Exposure to the elements has worn it thin. Now fragmented, forgotten, it fights to be rediscovered. Sulking at the bottom of the glassy rolling stream, a treasure lies in patient wait. Tarnished, wooden drawer knob of sorts, separated from its hollow body ages beyond telling–– antiquated. […]
by Jay Willett ’20 The card didn’t scan at first. I panicked though I knew in the back of my mind that my credentials were fine. The RIPTA driver raised an eyebrow, and I could feel the warm sensation of sweat seeping through my sweatshirt. The machine beeped, I scuttled to a seat directly behind […]
by Clara Howard ’20 There’s a half-remembered ranch house with a stream in front. A perfect place for playing princesses and pirates. On the outside, white siding gave way to honeycolored stones. On the inside, rooms opened their arms wide, ready to embrace wild imaginations, cooking mishaps, and childhood innocence. Wallpapered bedrooms smiled at stuffed […]
by Jay Willett ’20 Adrenaline, the veins on my temple popped, blood pumped away from the brain and into the legs. Don’t look back, otherwise, it’ll get you. Though the basement was finished, and the carpet bristled under my pacing feet, it was a dungeon, miles underneath Celtic gravel. Stripped of sight, the setting of […]
by Dawyn Henriquez ’19 An Interpretation of “Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) by Felix Gonzalez-Torres Clock on the Far Wall It hangs nearly lifeless above the seldom-visited bookshelf. Its crimson hand slaps each second, skipping its obligatory pause at each black line. It races instead, tracing the lines of its body with each round. “I’m ok. […]