cut through the noise to know what love sounds like
Celina Bagchi '24 even though you hold her, you know she’s long gone; she’s slipping like water through your fingers, like a memory and a...
I Didn't Write this Poem, a Sail Did
Danika Staples '24 At my peak, I’m high but not high enough, Might look scandalized, but I’m just broken. My throat is tight, they sweat,...
m o m e n t s
Joshua Wangia '25 An autumn afternoon. He’s running, the air fresh and cold in his lungs. With his teammates behind him, he runs glorying...
Dripping like honey
Celina Bagchi '24 i’ll kill you with a caramel touch and bittersweet gaze, to remind you how momentary my affections are, how temporary i...
Your needs, my wants, and the in-between where we meet
Celina Bagchi '24 Your needs, my wants, and the in between where we meet Who am I becoming? I wonder. I see your smile in streetlights...
God, and other words for it
Celina Bagchi '24 I don't believe in God, I believe in fitting you like a glove or the seafoam breaking over rocks on the shore forever....
heartsong
Celina Bagchi '24 in the shadows, i dream of honeysuckle sweet kisses and afire love, where you worship me like i am the strings on your...
Girlhood
Celina Bagchi '24 I have a deep innate love for Petrichor and long walks on forested trails, for The sound of your laughter in the...
The heart, and other words for home
Celina Bagchi '24 When I step off the plane, the first thing I notice is the humid air. Sudden and engulfing, it wraps around my body...
Mended
Celina Bagchi '24 “No, I thought—” “Again and again and again—” “Still you try—” You never seem to finish your sentences. You kiss my...
the salt that bears youth in the wound that bears truth
Celina Bagchi '24 You breathed in the chilled air, Inhaled transparent promises as you wondered why no one ever seemed to keep their...
Hamlet Creative Monologue
Danika Staples '24 Act 5 Scene 1 Line 180 Yorick (or more accurately his ghost): You ask me to go speak to your lady, 1 And Hamlet I...
Thank you. Goodbye. Hello.
Libby Brewer '25 Thank you. Goodbye. Hello. The cycle most forgotten Thank you We don’t have a enough time to say thank you all the...
The Peony
Blair Mitchell '25 Beneath the frost-kissed earth, invisible, asleep, A gladiator, bound in winter's embrace, sets fires ablaze with...