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....

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...

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...

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...

Celina Bagchi '24 “No, I thought—” “Again and again and again—” “Still you try—” You never seem to finish your sentences. You kiss my...

Celina Bagchi '24 You breathed in the chilled air, Inhaled transparent promises as you wondered why no one ever seemed to keep their...

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...

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 moments we should I don’t remember to say thank you every time I should Thank you is a necessity to progression Pay respect for the things that have passed Transition Spring thanks winter A plant thanks it’s roots Your happiness thanks your sadness Even thank the things you wouldn’t want to say hello to Goodbye Leaving something behind you will n

Blair Mitchell '25 Beneath the frost-kissed earth, invisible, asleep, A gladiator, bound in winter's embrace, sets fires ablaze with...

Celina Bagchi '24 if eyes are the windows to the soul, mine must have closed long ago, because i don’t think i have one anymore. don’t be so dramatic, you tell me, but it’s not drama, can’t you see? i built the cage around my heart; it’s made of my own bones, brittle and flat. what do you know about dreaming? i ask. dreams are stories created by the dark recesses of my mind when the real world has grown too tiring. dreams are visions that haunt me every time my eyelids close

Celina Bagchi '24 Legend has it the moon came from a duck who laid its eggs on the daughter of the air. When the eggs cracked, the whites...

Joshua Wangia '25 what is love shall it be declared under the morning sun or whispered late under red lights is it sacred or carnal holy...

Alicia Evans It was back when December was actually cold That I saw you for the last time. Something told me quietly, “This will be it”...

Joshua Wangia '25 Esilaamo. A curse. A will that brings itself to fruition. Who better knows Esilaamo than Demian Grey? Born between...