Amanda Moyher, C’21 I. K: Let’s go back in time for a minute. What were you doing on December 15, 2003 [redacted]? A: The snow on the ground is abundant and white like crystals. A little girl runs across the yard in a pink, puffy coat with a pink button nose. She laughs at herContinue reading “Sleeve”
Category Archives: Poetry
Dissolution of Distance
Mary Anand, C’21 An airplane Is a sugar cube . . . It dissolves. It is a speck. It is gone. The birds follow.
pottery lessons
Bridget Fertal, C’19 the roses are still there. little white berries and ivy over the door. deep shutters and orange stoop. muddy hill and onion rows. compost bin. little feet that scratch the mud. in the rain, clay runs free. so many little bowls shaped by little hands. for herbs, for onion grass. for rosariesContinue reading “pottery lessons”
to them, of pleasure
Irina Rusanova, C’20 i. to Sappho what could be more [ ] beautiful than blossoms rubbing [ ] in the breeze ii. to Rimbaud Rest your mind on this lonesome shoulder, cease to be skeletal, to wonder, wander, attaché of copulation. Ah, begotten one, sever that arm, that finger dripping with satisfaction. Your eyes bearContinue reading “to them, of pleasure”
The Devil in Passive or Byzantium Regained
Michael Doelling, C’20 Where are you my Hellenic beauties? With your silky jet hair and Aegean blue eyes. Lush mystic Mouse lips with warm June Hugs. Desire remembered and enjoyed As I see the Armenians spin portals. Come to Me and I’ll give you more than A toothless smile. Come to me And I’ll giveContinue reading “The Devil in Passive or Byzantium Regained”
The Tureen
Translation by Eileen Lynch, C’21 In the Arthurian cycle of my liquor cabinet Everyone tries to turn the key that unlocks the gin It has a soup tureen inside because it is a conceptual piece of furniture The issue of the artistic is resolved on a daily basis Why is my new soup tureen, caughtContinue reading “The Tureen”
Self-Inflicted
Nicole Fratrich, C’21 I. The roots of your mystery remain And my imagination can race out Underneath a dim, autumn sky. II. But I believe I know deep within Those demons that chased you to the brink. Why did our chaotic paths rarely converge? Now I’m left to grasp vague memories That through the fog FeelContinue reading “Self-Inflicted”
Enlightenment
Matthew Elam, C’14 Guilt-ridden, I searched dogmatic tombs, hoping corpses would hold the glory, the resurrection, to change this suffering heart to healing hands. But bones are bones, flesh is rot, and silent mouths bear nought but silent, swollen tongues. The beating heart I sought never sounded in the damp; I saw no life saveContinue reading “Enlightenment”
Un-rest
Julia Snyder, C’21 the dining room table is drifting apart as the universe and more crumbs accumulate in the cracks with every cleaning like so much poetic license taken with the salad curb your enthusiasm and remember to walk one hour every day and be sure to return to where you were when you started Continue reading “Un-rest”
A Trunk to Call Home
Chloe Wertz, C’14 I am new here Refuse to give up my shadow House so tall I am out of place they say They say “the tallest on the hill” Underwriter types on the stack It looms to be true Schmooze and booze and pray Paired with the right cardigan This taint greets like aContinue reading “A Trunk to Call Home”
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