Gabe Gass '28 A couple pennies discarded out  of a man’s back pocket, onto the grieving  concrete floor, some just recently  manufactured and thrown out, while others go down molded and old.  Some lives thrown away, away for good. Gone, looking away for a second, just to turn back and see none at all. Now in my very own hands, sits this worthless piece of currency, one which feels so heavy. Heavy as the countless wasted opportunities thrown out the door when no one cared  to

Jennifer Fox '26 If I’m fast down the court, when I beat you to the hoop You tell me I’m fast for a girl. Why does the last part need to be said Why do I have to be fast for a girl Why can’t I just be fast, faster than you? Because I’m not a man, I’m supposed to always come behind? Because you’re bigger, stronger, tougher  I’m not supposed to win? Am I supposed to stand aside and let you walk all over everything I’ve worked for Take away opportunities for me  to shine under t

Lauren Kim '27 The white woman left a voicemail, January 1st, 2022, after work, and I walked to my car in the January cold, my heels clicking on black ice, my breath hanging in the air like evidence, my mother at home making tteokguk for New Year’s, the kitchen warm and steaming with broth,  and I pressed play in my car: Keep your Korean to yourself, I saved it, her voice cracks through the speaker. Then I think about the halmonis selling greens they hiked to pick, perilla le

Shane Cowley '28 Chocolate vs. Vanilla? An Ice breaker The first thing you get to define. The issue however, It’s never what you say, or how others feel. The issues, are the borders that we trap ourselves in Why should we have to choose? What if we don’t define ourselves, By someone else’s pallet? What if someone wants a mix? A colorful, sweet swirl Or a fudge syrup, swimming among waves of vanilla. Maybe the only thing needed for enjoyment, Is an ooey, gooey, soft serve Runn

Zoe Brownstein '28 The dress is blue as a baby’s smile,  layered with imbricate  petals that seem  so soft, so delicate, as if they are  velvet paper. It reminds me  of sea spray  on a warm summer’s day, when my fingers become  prunes from quenching  my thirst for water,  when a giddy grin  would not relinquish  my sun-kissed face, and life feels just  magical. Yet as I imagine  myself putting on  that dress, staring in a mirror, I do not see bright, shimmering  fish scales e

Catalina Urrutia-Lozano '28 An ancient genie in a bottle is the illusion   you search for your whole life to grant you three wishes of whatever you please What would you wish for? I spent years searching for the bottle  in the scorching silent desert, in the end I realized a genie was never what I really needed. Wishes won’t grant you a happier life they   whisper lies, like snakes in sand of something more but don't fall for it Money can buy you happiness  but only for a bit

Amaya Avery '28 I hung a poster in my room last week. It filled the empty space above my bed I sat back and stared at the slim piece of paper, thinking, wondering, hoping .  I tried to ignore it at first But that paper had a grip on me I couldn’t help but stare at it.  There it was, what I had dreamed about for years,  staring back at me. The picture was clear, a careful depiction of what I wanted, drawing me in endlessly, time and time again. What was it? A sign, of what cou

Amya Avery '28 There’s something about leaves falling off of trees and slowly drifting down. You’d figure that a tree would know when...

Kevin Knebel '26 Every year, as the snow fell, we would construct castles. Well, snow castles, or snow forts depending on who you ask,...

Skylar Saldutti '26 My puppy… now a puppy with lighter fur between her tired eyes. My puppy that still runs for frisbees just at a slower...

Bella Burnett '28 I asked you, when will I know? When will I be “that” person? When will I be the one with those brilliant ideas, The kind that rush out of people so strongly and quickly, But yet are still so detailed, and meticulously perfected in a blink of my eye. My eye that struggles to see, but still wants to try, I put on my glasses but yet I still find myself asking, When will I be proud? Time blows away, The wind carries what could have been, It’s off somewhere with

Paige Park '29 Ice cream turns into pumpkin spice Dresses are now fuzzy sweaters The weather has a pleasant feel And everyone seems more...

Anastasia Miller '26 There is a version of me only the color red really knows. But that version of me isn’t all I am anymore. The crimson...

Anaya Chambliss '28 Fresh The air was fresh The wind flowed freely Free of the shackles that come with flesh He longed to take the wind,...

Anaya Chambliss '28 She blinked against a gust of wind as she stepped into the garden Although, she didn’t care to admire the flowers  or...

Tess Grim '28 one day i’m gonna be an astronaut i will blast off and touch the stars one day i’m gonna be an astronaut leave this planet...

Jo Owens 27' Honque A made-up word Not claimed by the French or the Americans A word that combines two beautiful languages into a rough...

By Anaya Chambliss 28' A toy becomes an old toy when you grow tired of it Barbies with their heads popped off Trucks without wheels All...

Joshua Wangia 25' crazy when together, we’re like may and hem sometimes i fear i am who i say i am wouldn’t ever wish this burden on...

Tess Grim 28' you don’t know how little you are until you’re alone. to wake up into silence, to walk with no purpose, to face the...