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 Running down the cone...

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 enveloping me; the...

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 like sand...