Stacy Mccrosson, M.D. `97

Stacy Mccrosson, M.D. `97

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
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,…
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…
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…
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
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