TOPSY TURVY
Amanda Monroe ’16
Walk with me, this guided curveSwaying, while you swiftly swerveTaste the breeze, in the airCry out to the voices, in utter despairFollow now, this burning coalInevitably, it will swallow you wholeSuch a terrifying assumptionThese threats of consumptionJust wait for the eruptionIt will cause such suctionBend what is realSo you may concealBend it in twoTo hide…
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…
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…
Conversations like heart monitor beepsTheir shapes form the shapeOf highs and lowsOh highs and lows Jill McFarland2015
Let me think about where my journey began.Strange faces, new places, strum basses, sax cases, cool aces, oldvases, fun races, strong paces.I had to say bye to the known, face being on my own, feeling like I’m allalone, call mom and dad on the phone, feeling that pain… I just had tomoan.When I woke up,…
Quiet Man Jill Walsh ’15