Category: Prose Poetry

7AM

It was 7am when I let you in, not expecting it all to end But it was obvious, like it came in with a marching band The chorus was filled with words we should’ve never said The ruckus echoing off the walls in my head The words hitting me till I bled “Where have you […]

Toni Rendon '24

Infatuation

Sarah McLaughlin ’23 On the couch, we talked about everything and nothing. A number of things I’d remember, and a number of things I already forget. The movie watched and other movies, the songs we heard and other music, the things we liked about our grandparents and the things we hated, how many of them […]

The Cowl Editor

Augustus

I worship you on a golden altar of daylight, knees sinking into sand where I sit in supplication, flaunting you unabashedly with my flushed cheeks and freckled chest, wearing you like a cross. You spoil me seductively, appeasing my appetites with your alms of apricots and aperol, arousing my desire with the amorous caress of […]

Caitlin Bartley '24

Not a Goodbye

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 […]

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Wish!

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 […]

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Cracks in the Walls 

Caitlin Bartley ’24   Nostalgia likes to creep through the cracks in the walls  And seep its way into my pores to suffocate me in my sleep.  The air becomes thick with memory, a stifling heat  That makes my mind hazy with hallucinations.  When it enters my bloodstream, I slip into oblivion  And dream of […]

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  Max Gilman ’25   “We use our math to create cattle. Shape this way and that, but eventually your lines will be nothing more than a man with a rifle and you, the fawn child.”   Wonder if this windowed world holds something more,  Peer through the dying streetlight, a window through old construction […]

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Goodwill

Fiona Clarke ’23   At Goodwill, a good find:  A second, or third, or fourth-hand lamp.  (“Where are you going to put that?”   “I don’t know, but I’ll find a place.”)  And so it was:  An old light in a new shape,  A new light in an old place.    So it was, was it […]

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Hungry Pantoum  

Mariela Flores ’23    ***TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*** I empty myself out.   While the world concaves around me I center myself.  Scrapping what is left of me until I feel nothing––  moving inside of me.     I center myself in the feeling,   of sharp bones that rip through my skin.   Nothing moves inside of me,  only […]

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Chocolate-Colored Mousse

Grace O’Connor ’22   She waits for hours as her hair is bleached,  Piece by piece slowly being painted,  In order to not expose her dark roots.    She uses a mitt to spread the chocolate-colored mousse on her skin,  Spreading it over every inch of her body,  Waiting for it to slowly melt into […]

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