Max Gilman '25


Portfolio Co-Editor


The Unthinkable

I hate the way the sun goes down in the evening. I love to talk with strangers. I hate to say I could be happier. I love dancing beneath pine trees. I hate how I can’t climb ten feet up any tree trunk. I love appreciating stillness. I hate spiders and centipedes. I love to […]

Max Gilman '25

For Growing up in Rain

For grinded-teeth car rides; For growing up.  For being beaten into pavement; To prove a point.  For oily cat piss stains beneath the bed; For abandonment.  For coins and green paper; To live in a shadow.  For low-tide seas; For a shiny shell that breaks in a year.    Litter lent my nose the scent […]

Max Gilman '25

Godridden

Content warning: graphic violence  A shovel exuding the earth, Harking clouds, splattered in red– Judging which lays beneath dirt, God fearing pillar to man, Searing skies with treacherous stares, Branded children sway to a hurricane’s wind, Barely fogging outlines of a justice driven structure. Eventually the skies may clear, My grandmother told me, In an […]

Max Gilman '25

“So Close to Christmas!” December 24th, 2003

Home was becoming more of a second abode to the two. Alice and Sam would stumble in, late hours of the night, Sighing as they brushed their teeth in an unwanted bathroom. Laying beside an unloved lover, Sinking further into cohesive blindness. Drinking was of the hour, until Alice realized it was the only thing […]

Max Gilman '25

Of the Margin and Death’s Door

Blankets of nightly aura roll through clouds like spirits, Trembling scarecrows, inviting the unwelcome crow, Bits of city rubble rain descend to chapels like meteors, Terrible tales be told like spirals, Bellowing frogs croak oil like stomach acid, Taunting figures lurk in your mirrors, Burning grass leads you to a path, To bodies strewn in […]

Max Gilman '25