Head bent against Winter,
I walk among the city Faces
Staring coldly in my direction,
Whispering silent judgments
While their skin reddens from the frost
And their breath gusts before them like a
mockery of fire.
What do you think offends them so?
Increasing my pace,
The Wind whips my ears raw
Until I remember I’ve forgotten my hat,
And putting it on,
I find I care a little less about the chilly Air
And rather pity them,
For they are not as warm as I
Briana Charlton ’16
Amanda Monroe ’16
SIGNS OF LIFE Andrea Wentzell ’15
UNTITLEDLiana Florez ’15
Sadie Saget, ‘19 Being sucked up into the atmosphere is what I fear most. On a quiet winter night in my neighborhood, I wanderpast the abandoned buildings and onto the bridge overlooking the creek. When I look up at the night sky, I swearit’s looking back. The short buildings and lack of streetlights make it…
White sheets marred by ink black hair;My dreams bleed into my pillow–The forgotten and the memorably truthful–And as we lay hereNow thoughts of you are added to the vault.How we talkedOf the taste of blackberries,Wearing sandals in the snow,Broken transmissions,Drowning spiders in the sink –All of it cosmically insignificantAnd yet so essentialBecause without itI would…
TOPSY TURVY Amanda Monroe ’16