a poem by Winter Contest Winner Dilen Marra, ’22 Every one of his bright hairs, the color of the sun, Stays aligned with the others, held by a substance that smells of hundreds of dollars.
Congratulations to the winners of the Red Ink Winter Contest! For our viewers, over the past few weeks Red Ink has had a winter themed contest–participants were tasked with creating an art form that incorporated (either metaphorically or literally) the following words: cozy, crunch, snow. Over the next few weeks, Red Ink will be posting…
a poem written by Anjali Jain, ’21 My friend, Sometimes I see you reading in the grass. I see you splayed out beneath the fire-white sky, like the petals of a flower, or a new-broken window, refracting fractals of light and shadow and brutal, breaking, broken edges and edges and edges on end, the end.
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