by Joshua Cable '22 The social outcome is obscure With that the teachers have endured The exotic sunset of our days Have written themselves to their graves O...

by Olivia Chohan '20 On May 22nd you grew two feathery wings. We were clueless, far away, safe, dry. There were seeds of hope but they were never planted, be...

by Sea '21 I am on a long and narrow road I walk day and night I do not know what state I am in I walk day and night The moment I came into the world I walke...

by Nick Hansen '20 The whistling train comes around every night, a reminder of all things haunting my mind. It’s rumble, increasing with violent approach, no...

by Audrey Molnar '19 If my plunged fist released the oval pebble it would sink. But it didn’t. I still feel it in my rounded palm. Water spilled between my f...

by Phia Stayer '21 God says to do your homework, This we all know to be true. God says to do your homework, So you can be great, too. God advocates for homew...

by Joy Ku '21 Oh woe is poor me What troubles I have! Misfortunate grades A “B+” in my class No food in the fridge (That I want to eat) And only ten likes On...

Audrey Molnar '19 Can you call for me when the tea pot whistles your song? Can you drive me towards, and through, and under, maybe, the curtain on the wall? ...

by Audrey Molnar '19 From my father- his level headed cognition taught me tough reason. I wish my hands were as strong. A brother’s matchbox cars, rusted one...

by Ariana Kanchugerin You are speaking, I know. Yet I find myself distracted by the flies on the windowsill, whose attempts at escape leave short bursts of r...

by Jake Lord '19 One red eroded hollow stone Rests beneath an Ohio freeway bridge; Spill your thoughts on it, young child. And he thinks it speaks. And he te...

by Joy Ku '21 A beautiful creature From nose to the toes With emerald green eyes And silky black coat Sneaking and stalking So quiet, so slick Composed and p...

by Jake Lord '19 Grandmother’s red chair lingers In the living room, and A duster rests on its arm – Forgetting to dust years ago. . This wine whispers den...

by Jake Lord '19 When I look into you, And I back at me, You reflect my being; Without a story, As thesaurus words And rhetorical quandaries only. You cast ...

by Audrey Molnar '19 an eruption of all things beautiful, of your grandma’s wedding band, a japanese chestnut, full bloom, you will find yourself begging to ...

by Tory Loux '17 (Originally published May 10th, 2017) Mapped matter dotted through heart strings, tripping out a symphony busy with color. A girl was frozen...