Thomas W. Epp, Math Center

To start a Möbius trip
Run along the infinite strip
On both sides you’ll drive
Until you arrive
To Start a Möbius trip
To start a Möbius trip
Run along the infinite strip
On both sides you’ll drive
Until you arrive
To Start a Möbius trip
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…
So mysterious, so dark, so understated,So young, so smart, so devastated,So charismatic, sarcastic, and underratedOh DariaOh DariaA reflection in a mirror,A parallel universe,So alike but neither can converseOh DariaOh DariaEloquent in speaking,Yet so plain in dress,You’re me, I’m you, but I’m in the fleshOh DariaOh DariaBoth so intimidating with the gift of a pen,Yet so…
By Joseph Aukward, Psy.D. `27 This place is dark. It is cold and lifeless.I wither at the bottom, wondering how I fell so far.The Pit claws past me, stretching towards eternityIt was once a ring about my feet,A barrier my eyes did not see.It grew as I slipped,Covering me with its shadows.It feeds on my…
“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…
Pomatomus saltatrix, you showed me how to loveIn lapping of the waves against the gallows’ posts aboveThe gentle bay, forever clear, where barnacles sing ofA heaven freed of ugliness and brutal death thereofThe fisher boy had broken yet like tawny August dawnA tiny speck of cold and sweat dripped slowly down uponA bare yet gilded…
There once was a man on the moonWho made all the ladies swoonHe sat drinking his wineWhich was so fineAnd declared he would return home soon!Every child at one time or another declares that the moon ismade of cheese; this is the story of the man who proved that it reallywas.As a young boy growing…