Conversations like heart monitor beeps
Their shapes form the shape
Of highs and lows
Oh highs and lows
Jill McFarland
2015
Conversations like heart monitor beeps
Their shapes form the shape
Of highs and lows
Oh highs and lows
Jill McFarland
2015
I wish I had introspective eyes.Analyze anything and everything.But I am a phony of sorts.I am as hollow as the trunk of a fallen tree.I am a tree with no Roots; a lie with no truths.I am a sheep in disguise drifting with a populous flock.I’d be the wolf but God knows my teeth arerotten…
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…
Thomas W. Epp, Math Center I wrote my note on a Möbius strip;Stuffed in a Klein bottle,I sent it off on an Escher sea.“Help”, it said, “I’m stuck in an infinite loop!”I waited and waited until one dayMy note washed back to me.
the darkness whispersand just as the light, it won’t allow sleepa mind full of messy, sleepless thingssmirks devilishly at its part in the deviant planshadows emerge upon the projection of lightthat sneaks under the door from the halland the air screams wildly at the top of its lungseyelids refuse to dropthoughts refuse to stopthey race…
I don’t see color.Not in the waves of my long hair,Or the twinkle in my eyes.Not In the curves of my legs,Or the wrinkles in my hands.Not in the freckles on my cheeks,Nor the toes on my feet.I don’t see color.Not even when I look away, and search another person head to toe.I won’t see…
Alicia Brucker, ‘17