Anna-Victoria Duzinski, ‘17


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…
Untitled Liana Florez ’15
Everything in my life needs to be a certain specific way.Everywhere I go, whether I’m at work or at home, anything andeverything needs to be molded and crafted to meet my set of veryspecific standards and practices. For instance, at home I have a vastcollection of books and CD’s and I can’t just put them…
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.
Throughout my whole life I was always shy;Hiding behind a mask of my own design;Never did set free or fly way too high;But that mask has decided to resign.I will start to reveal what is below;All the cracks and scars that were never shownWill cry to the world “I will say hello!”I’ll be the girl…
KarlaAne Klouda2014