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

When I was a child,I dreamt of what I could do.I’d stand outsideOn a clear spring afternoon,Waiting to catch a butterfly on mytongue.I always wanted to catch a rainbow.I’d sit on the floor,Talking to inanimate objects,Hoping they were actually listening.I always wanted to advise a balloon.I’d sit in front of the fireplace,Consuming the warmth.And be…

Untitled Elizbeth Bachmaye ’16

Conversations like heart monitor beepsTheir shapes form the shapeOf highs and lowsOh highs and lows Jill McFarland2015

Nola Kane, ‘19 I wanted to give money to the homeless man in the cityGrandma always said noThey’ll go buy drugsNow I know you need more than justA dollar for drugsThey just want some food or some coffeeto get through the dayTo feed their hopeAll around were homelessEvery street doubled with themSad and scrawnyWearing coats…