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…
There once was a man on the moonWho made all the ladies swoonHe sat drinking his wineWhich was so fineAnd declared he would return home soon!Every child at one time or another declares that the moon ismade of cheese; this is the story of the man who proved that it reallywas.As a young boy growing…
Quiet Man Jill Walsh ’15
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…
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…