Anna-Victoria Duzinski, ‘17
By Lynn Kim, M.S. `24 Fogelsville, WednesdayI walk on dappled sunspotsunder arched maplesand cloudless domewatch leaves fallto woodland floorhear drops,feel their spatteron my shoulderscarry on and knowthe tall timberin its leaved gloryrustling in the windweeps for me,rain I hold locked in.
UNTITLEDLiana Florez ’15
Quiet Man Jill Walsh ’15
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…
Calliope,She spoke to me,Unchained my mind and set me free,Unleashed a world of imagery,I now know what it is to be,A man of possibility,Brimming with sagacity,Speaking with voracity,Writing with audacity,Skill at full capacity,But…I didn’t have a pen. Gabriel Henninger2015
Amanda Monroe ’16