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
BY KATHY DETRANO ’67
BRIDGE TO NOWHEREEllie Convie ’15
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…
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…
Choen Itza Adam Gavin ‘19
I’m having a love affair with my pillow.No matter how many times it doubles in size—soaked with the weight of my problems—or I smear all my makeup from another long day,or I scrunch and I squish it this way and that,it loves me back.Every night, it cradles my face,and for hours while I dream—helpless and…