Rowen Harbert '26
A thin strip of fabric
Lined with little images of lions
Speaks back to me
Small holes are engraved from wear
A simple scent sweeping corner to corner
Once the size of me
Now goes barely past my knee
Cream color smothers perfectly around
Edges weaving in and out
Lightly lies arrayed around
Found within a drawer
Grabbing dust as time passed
The core of the child
A little boy
And a little blanket
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...
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,...
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...
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