Alycia Steck '25
I could sell my moniker in bottlesÂ
For five quarters and a dime, but for youÂ
My name is a gift I slip in your palm.Â
Each bottle a present to make amends.Â
Everything I possess is in bottles,Â
Imprisoned within these crystal borders.Â
Alycia is spirit, a trickle
Of mirth. I watch you sip these pure, distilled,Â
Forever obscured liquid syllables.
My name is a medley that once bound me.
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, but still I luff. Pennant flies above me, it's almost ten. Now
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 in the October wind. Silence. She looks him in the face, unsur
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 always have been. i stick to nothing at all; i am a whisper in