Stacy Mccrosson, M.D. `97
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…
Laura Kuhn, M.F.A., English Department Adjunct My mother holds forth at the table,tracing dirty plates with a moistened finger —licking the crumbs she swipes from one plate, then another.Savoring it all;nobody’s watching.My father, in the next room, watches a game.He takes no part in the conversation, but interjectscorrections to let her know he’s there.The mighty…
I wish I had introspective eyes.Analyze anything and everything.But I am a phony of sorts.I am as hollow as the trunk of a fallen tree.I am a tree with no Roots; a lie with no truths.I am a sheep in disguise drifting with a populous flock.I’d be the wolf but God knows my teeth arerotten…
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,…
I don’t see color.Not in the waves of my long hair,Or the twinkle in my eyes.Not In the curves of my legs,Or the wrinkles in my hands.Not in the freckles on my cheeks,Nor the toes on my feet.I don’t see color.Not even when I look away, and search another person head to toe.I won’t see…
Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes.While on the road, you’ll find if there’s anything to lose.One man’s trash is another man’s treasure;One man’s sin is another man’s pleasure.Which is which? Well you decide.Why should one by models forever abide?Have no fear, let your voice be heard.Your words will not be…