Quiet Man
Quiet Man Jill Walsh ’15
Ignorance is Bliss
Head bent against Winter,I walk among the city FacesStaring coldly in my direction,Whispering silent judgmentsWhile their skin reddens from the frostAnd their breath gusts before them like amockery of fire.What do you think offends them so?Increasing my pace,The Wind whips my ears rawUntil I remember I’ve forgotten my hat,And putting it on,I find I care…
A Love Affair
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…
TOPSY TURVY
TOPSY TURVY Amanda Monroe ’16
Pomatomus Saltatrix
Pomatomus saltatrix, you showed me how to loveIn lapping of the waves against the gallows’ posts aboveThe gentle bay, forever clear, where barnacles sing ofA heaven freed of ugliness and brutal death thereofThe fisher boy had broken yet like tawny August dawnA tiny speck of cold and sweat dripped slowly down uponA bare yet gilded…
SUCCULENTS
Amanda Monroe ’16
Game Of Diversion
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
Pillow Talk
White sheets marred by ink black hair;My dreams bleed into my pillow–The forgotten and the memorably truthful–And as we lay hereNow thoughts of you are added to the vault.How we talkedOf the taste of blackberries,Wearing sandals in the snow,Broken transmissions,Drowning spiders in the sink –All of it cosmically insignificantAnd yet so essentialBecause without itI would…