By Joy Ku, '21.
Sun went missing in the sky
The shadows did retreat
Raindrops dripping, dripping by
The rushing hoard of feet
Songbirds then did take to heart
To sing to their content
The grumbling clouds departed
And let sun out to repent
Anonymous / 12 That last day I walked those halls, I memorized, in my head, every sight and smell -- Stored it like a sacred star. And saw those vested men from afar As they began to crush and fell Th
Hannah Myers / 10 (BARE staff) I walk into the Ohio feather-leafed forest, my feet crackling with each step, the dead bodies of old green lying on top of moist-gut soil ready to be decomposed into dir
Jack Son / 12 The shape of water geometric automation of fluid vested upon all but itself unveils workings of gaia beneath and reflects essence unseen Geometric fabric of tao threads fates of predeter