by Danielle Kercy ’26 “Bring back sprinkle munchkins!” I say to anyone who will listen. Dunkin’ Donuts used to sell plain munchkins covered in rainbow sprinkles that my elementary classmates would gladly brawl over. To be fair, they didn’t taste particularly better than the other flavors. The sprinkles added a crunch and a hint of…
heal the hurt by Elizabeth Califano, ’28 sometimes it’s hard for me to understand myself to understand my own thoughts to speak them out ever so mindlessly and try to feel for a meaning, fumbling for a light switch in the dark scanning the wall and reaching out searching for some direction some way…
“What woman is this?” Viktoria Vakser, ‘26 What woman is this? If I look in the glass I spy no one deserving of such name. I know my fiery eyes are yet aflame With some unbridled passion. If— alas!— If woman be meek, my obstinance outweighs Any vain fancies that I might be so; If…
Mourning Dove by Danielle Kercy ’26 Its cheeks are round with youth, and its eyes are wide with innocence, Bringing me to recall my own. Its melancholic voice, gently calling for what’s lost, begging for the return of a morning that has passed, a morning we cannot get back, merely a memory.
Miles by Elizabeth Califano, ‘28 You’re close to me because my heart holds you there holds a house for you with a freshly made bed and polished countertops neatly folded clothes in organized closets perfectly fluffed pillows and a vacuumed carpet all for you even though you’re miles away but when you want to…
“Eden” by Aren Saraydarian ’26 Beyond the depths and pits of earthly grief, A pasture lies with treasures yet unseen, With trees and bushes each adorned in leaf, And banks of rivers filled with waves so clean. A peace it holds that no man understands, A song it sings that no ear comprehends. The waves…
The Road of Friendship by Theresa Stender ’29 The road of friendship is difficult to know because sometimes it lasts a lifetime while sometimes it crashes and falls and sometimes makes promises knowing how hard they are to keep or says “it’ll be forever” but it never knows how long “forever” will be . Then…
Lilies by Aren Saraydarian ’26 I see the sun arising high, A cloud not known in all the sky. Awaiting me a journey lies, A journey through this land of light. Afar I walk all through the land, The grass and flow’rs beneath my hand. A song of joy runs through my veins, Again it…
I’ve heard that Death is soft so that when we hold it, it does not callous our hands. But when I play the guitar you gave me, I press the strings too hard and leave valleys running across my fingertips. The chords aren’t kind. The rhythms aren’t pitying. Death isn’t soft.
Good sir! When I behold thee proud and tall, Full of thyself, commanding, seeking praise, Withholding all advance, all kindly phrase, Thy sullen mouth turn’d downward, and withal An unforgiving man! Still then I fall And yearn, and seek, and melt at thy caresses, Still then I lift my face at thine addresses, Believe…
