Poem by Danielle Kercy ’26 Look at yourself: Your fiery hair, heated with passion, matted from your fight, once-graceful, dancing curls now-interlocked threads of flame grappling and nipping like rabid fiends. Your face, once beautiful, so youthful and smooth, now wrinkled with rage, your pouting lips cowering behind fortified sinews And your eyes, blue like…
Poetry by Aren Saraydarian ’26 There comes a time in lives of men in which it must be asked Whether there is more to life than just a blank routine. Are we just robots on repeat completing what is tasked? Or is there hidden deep within a purpose yet unseen? Each morning as…
by Anthony Custodio-Pena ’26 One drop, one single torrent of water that lasts for a second, That’s all it takes, so simple, so small, yet why this feeling, My body feels like its on fire yet my cheeks feel moist, My mind is at ease and thoughts are clear, no physical pain nor mental stress. …
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?” Victoria 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.
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…
