An Endangered Specimen

Taylor Hatchet, C’21 Numb Fingers cling to the interior of warm pockets. A hood covers nearly frost-bitten ears Eyes watch him closely, examining his every move Scrutinizing him from every angle The width of his nose, his ebony kinks, his brown skin They linger on his skin Until they conceive an idea of who heContinue reading “An Endangered Specimen”

Not Obsolete

Micaela Kreuzwieser, C’20 Nothing makes sense anymore. Hands scribbled, drafted, carefully printed, primed my thoughts into paragraphs, sparked embers that spiraled into spasmed, impassioned debates where words whirled round and round and round my inner contents. My pages now damp, mildewed with age and shame, as I sit where I was squirreled on the sameContinue reading “Not Obsolete”

L’appel du Vide

Danny Whirlow, C’21 I am a thanatologist. On these cliffs I study, contemplate.   The wisping air has pulled me off path   Again,  Itself a strait weathered by   Other wayward souls.   My plodding stops and I look out over   The misty water. The only thing distinguishing it   From the gray skies is its turbulence. Below,   RocksContinue reading “L’appel du Vide”