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Maia Foley, 19′


The skies of my eyes are

raining onto the slatted wooden

bridge beneath them;


the thick droplets, each one

containing enough damage to be

worth an entire hurricane,


drip onto the bars with an

arrhythmic “plink,

                        plank, plunk,”

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flower arranging

a poem by Benista Owusu-Amo, ’21

Everyday I walk past the playground
Children laugh
I see a boy with curly hair
He smiles at me from behind the fence
His teeth are as white as the bright clouds in the sky
His eyes are dark, but inviting
He clenches a green lollipop in his right hand
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surprise and gift

story by Anonymous
“Chocolate?” I don’t like chocolate. I don’t like peanut butter, bananas, or chocolate, especially, not chocolate.

“No thank you.” I said in my best American accent. I had taken that stupid English class for 10 years. It was starting to pay off.
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the mission

Chapter 1

“Pa, I’m home. Brought back some of your packages from the post office.” Mark looked down at the package and noticed an envelope taped to the side of the box. It had the government seal on it. Except it was a hot press stamp, so I knew that it was official. The weird thing about this particular stamp was that the stamp was still hot, so whoever sent it wanted it here as soon as possible.
“It looks important..” Mark yelled hoping that his father was upstairs. “Pa?” He looked around the house for his father. Then he stopped thinking that he would hear his dad typing in the basement office. Silence. No one was in the house with him. Or so he thought. He went to the kitchen, and there he was. Lying on the floor. Dead.
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slipping away

a poem written by Gemma Chatham, ’21
They are We, We are They,
I’m not sure which I am,
I’m slipping away.

They who are We stand to the side,
While the We who are They
Stand in circles, talk in line.
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the book on the shelf

a poem by Luke Quinn, ’21
As a child, one can look at his or her self
And say, I want to be a firefighter
Because of that book on that shelf.

As a child, one can look at somebody else
And say, I want to be like him,
Because of that book on that shelf.
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a story by Erin Barry, ’19

On a newly refurbished porch in Hamburg, an old man stretches his weary back, knotted and twisted with long held aches from long ago exertion. His clothes are well tailored, with shiny buttons and a freshly pressed jacket. 

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blue moon

ring by Inara Pirani, ’19


steinbeck’s genesis

thoughtsharing by Rebecca Eneyni, ’19

I strongly recommend reading the book East of Eden by John Steinbeck, which I recently  read as part of my author thesis project. East of Eden follows the story of two families, the Trasks and the Hamiltons, as their lives intersect across generations. John Steinbeck reenacts the fall of Adam and Eve and the rivalry between Cain and Abel. As generations of the family fall into the pitfalls of their ancestors, East of Eden proves the phrase, “History repeats itself.” In describing the two families, Steinbeck explores the power of jealousy and the moral conflicts that coincide with it. Continue reading “steinbeck’s genesis”

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