Thomas Bialas '26 “Look to the sky and ye shall find, An open expanse of God’s design, Where great and noble Helios does battle, And the forgotten can fly forth on clipp’ed wings, Joining the sun like a freed Angel. Oh, to be free, to be like These rooted beasts no more, And to soar, soar, soar high Into the sky’s waiting arms. To finally leave here, Hell’s bound embrace.” When I came upon this forest clearing, I came upon a glorious statue, With stone eyes sculpted of longing And desire,...

Luccia Bibro '28 She was just sitting there, resting against the staircase alone, secluded in a house as empty as a blank canvas. Until she found herself hanging, in a gold frame, a blue dress cascading like water around her, pearls dangling around her neck. Her elbow resting on her knee, her head sitting upon her closed fist. She’s dreaming. I like to think she’s dreaming about summer days in her old backyard or making snow cones with freshly fallen snow. Does she see me? Sitting across...

Lauren Kim '27 small like your hand fits around my wrist is proof i exist. delicate, exotic, no, you mean less. less voice. less eyes that look back so you touch. Easy. & i learned early to make myself smaller mother’s hands on my shoulders, pressing down, keep your head down, lower your eyes. my smallness was currency. i agreed. i shrunk. but you hated me too. that’s what no one tells you. you loved the fantasy & hated the girl. touchable & despised that i was there in the first place. if i...