Rowen Harbert '26
A thin strip of fabricÂ
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 childÂ
A little boyÂ
And a little blanket
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