Sabrina Castaño, ‘20
Stacy Mccrosson, M.D. `97
Sadie Saget, ‘19 Being sucked up into the atmosphere is what I fear most. On a quiet winter night in my neighborhood, I wanderpast the abandoned buildings and onto the bridge overlooking the creek. When I look up at the night sky, I swearit’s looking back. The short buildings and lack of streetlights make it…
Brigid MacArthur-Thompson, ‘17 Plastic beads swinglike rosaries through the leavesAnd the sidewalks have scarsFrom the rising water.The roots grow big enoughThat as you walk,You could be upended at any second.And the ocean waits, ready to rush inAnd fade us into oblivion.The trees must be as oldAs my soul,Because the closest I’ve come to findingGodIs on…
The ball rollsAnd bounces, tooCarried by the windAs it descends to the groundIt sits idle as gravity has placed itDiversion is the way of the ballIt dares to deflect worry and distress by Alexandra Foerster, ’09
Amanda Monroe ’16