Category: Poetry

Poetry, Spring 2023, Student Highlight

To Reminisce || Isabella Jacobs

May 4, 2023

She was shaded in fragments of yellows and blues. Found lost in a window of heavenly stains, Stashed away in an unknown frontier, Considering intently with a hum of nerve connections and synapses alike. All encapsulated in a hue

Poetry, Spring 2023

Why I Paint Landscapes || Phillipa Scott

May 4, 2023

Barefoot girls sit cross-legged against the arch in Washington Square Park chatting on a crisp spring day when the entire world fits neatly into the pockets of their embroidered jeans Their hopes, still intact, like golden-crusted rhubarb pie cooling

Poetry, Spring 2023

Drive By || Phil Huffy

May 4, 2023

Should they call me sentimental for riding by your old place to see the steps where you waited for me on long ago dates when I’d borrowed my dad’s Plymouth as he always had allowed? Should they call me

Fall 2022, Poetry

Tarot Cards || Nicholas Kriefall

January 6, 2023

In the one for self-awareness A man beheads a chicken Beneath a crescent moon. Shooting stars twist and turn. In the background, a figure Stands hunched over a well. Two men hang from Joshua trees On both sides of

Fall 2022, Poetry

Grounded, in excellent faith || Arno Bohlmeijer

January 6, 2023

On the unexpected vast mount, a single path goes in all directions. The hiker is lost, and signs are gone, but from a hole close by come tiny steps, drawing the eye to a small and shy white fur.

Fall 2022, Poetry

ENGLISH MAJOR || Sharon Whitehill

January 6, 2023

High school biology, skinning a frog: fascinated in spite of myself at the inside-out glove of the peeled epidermis, the sleekness of overlapped muscles, the three black liver lobes hiding the nut of a wrinkled gallbladder. At the way

Fall 2022, Poetry

Meliae || Anastasios Mihalopoulos

January 6, 2023

You must know I am the charred debris that crumbles to the shore a negative image of the burning, left unburnt trying to breathe through a leaf disintegrating on your tongue. That is what I am a desiccant ashen

Fall 2022, Poetry

INTO THE STORM (After Liu Yong) || George Freek

January 6, 2023

The wind whistles through the trees like a piccolo, and for a brief moment, the music is sweet. But then it disappears. Where did it go? In the darkening sky, the storm descends. A fierceness grows. Clouds rush by

Fall 2022, Poetry

Quail Crossing || Danielle Sherman

January 6, 2023

While walking to the park at dusk I saw a quail crushed into the road, nothing more than tarred bones and the asphalt’s open red mouth. White down dusted the pavement: soft summer snow. Then ahead, one of two

Category: Poetry

To Reminisce || Isabella Jacobs

Why I Paint Landscapes || Phillipa Scott

Drive By || Phil Huffy

Tarot Cards || Nicholas Kriefall

Grounded, in excellent faith || Arno Bohlmeijer

ENGLISH MAJOR || Sharon Whitehill

Meliae || Anastasios Mihalopoulos

INTO THE STORM (After Liu Yong) || George Freek

Quail Crossing || Danielle Sherman

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