Issues

  • awake

    a poem by Shaffaf Tariq, ’21 Awake Long before the sun rises Shh Don’t tell But I never went to sleep in the first place

  • XXIII

    a poem by 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,…

  • flower arranging

    a poem by Benista Owusu-Amo, ’21 Everyday I walk past the playground Children laugh Shove Smile 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…

  • 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.