Jill Walsh ’15
“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden sky,“How you go on, by and by.For you do not know which way to go.My, how you travel on so.”For I replied to the leaden sky,“You are correct, I cannot lie.I do not know which way to goIf I go the wrong way, please tell me so.”“My child, lie down…
Untitled Liana Florez ’15
They just gave me a new placement. It was a shock, becauseI thought things were fine where I was. But you never know aboutplacements; the general wisdom is there is no way to understand them.So I am upset about the move, even though it looks good so far—theyput me in a room of my own,…
Everything in my life needs to be a certain specific way.Everywhere I go, whether I’m at work or at home, anything andeverything needs to be molded and crafted to meet my set of veryspecific standards and practices. For instance, at home I have a vastcollection of books and CD’s and I can’t just put them…
The birds sing louder…Not because of joy or pain,Or sadness or fear.They sing louder because,The cars howl under their homes. Yannick Wallace2012
Head bent against Winter,I walk among the city FacesStaring coldly in my direction,Whispering silent judgmentsWhile their skin reddens from the frostAnd their breath gusts before them like amockery of fire.What do you think offends them so?Increasing my pace,The Wind whips my ears rawUntil I remember I’ve forgotten my hat,And putting it on,I find I care…