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,...
I Didn't Write this Poem, a Sail Did
m o m e n t s
Dripping like honey
Your needs, my wants, and the in-between where we meet
God, and other words for it
The heart, and other words for home
the salt that bears youth in the wound that bears truth
Hamlet Creative Monologue
Thank you. Goodbye. Hello.
Falling Apples