Amanda Monroe ’16
Quiet Man Jill Walsh ’15
Laura Kuhn, M.F.A., English Department Adjunct My mother holds forth at the table,tracing dirty plates with a moistened finger —licking the crumbs she swipes from one plate, then another.Savoring it all;nobody’s watching.My father, in the next room, watches a game.He takes no part in the conversation, but interjectscorrections to let her know he’s there.The mighty…
Shielded police stand between us and them.The riot force infringes upon our air, as stonesAttack their shiny skulls, but they condemnOur words of Western ideas, unknownTo people dressed in black. The wall of greyPlastic warns of a tyrant, who with penOn yellow paper, aborts protests to frayOur freedom’s fabric showed on CNN.Among the struggle, man…
Sensation gripped the fingers. I am anemia. Secluded; holding tighter to thechair.Bound and gagged, your hips moved closer to the floor as I took over. I fillyour lungs with this last breath as my gift.I won’t ever let go; to the paper wrapped around your fingertips.Burning it down to the filter. Arms shaking in celebration…
Conversations like heart monitor beepsTheir shapes form the shapeOf highs and lowsOh highs and lows Jill McFarland2015
SIGNS OF LIFE Andrea Wentzell ’15