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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...

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...

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...

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