Poetry, summer 2023

October Mist || Robert Piazza

September 20, 2023

Sometimes my rake strikes sparkswhen I scratch the rocks or gravel—Lovers wave to soldiers on the trainin black & white movies I have seen—They cry into their handkerchiefs— The swish of my rake against the dirtmakes mountains of your

Poetry, summer 2023

Proof of Matter || Jeanine DeRusha

September 20, 2023

Once, while lying on a beach up north in California, I saw a whale’s spout, an explosion of released water, a trumpet’s blurt blasting from underneath the thick blue carpet of Pacific Ocean, a quick glimpse—a firefly’s blink-flash, the

Poetry, summer 2023

Blue: A Sonnet || Beth Preston

September 20, 2023

He asks me for a song, so I sing one just for him. I sing of these unholy gifts stolen from within the refuge of music. A pale moon loiters among the geometry of stars. They know about us:

Poetry, summer 2023

EVERYTHING MUST CONVERGE* || RICHSKI

September 20, 2023

We fandango/tango, our steps contradyne.** You whirl in circles; I walk the line. Your color wheel reeling spins textures of feeling. I devise derivations for rainbow equations. How would it be if we combined your circle and my line?

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.

Tag: poetry

October Mist || Robert Piazza

Proof of Matter || Jeanine DeRusha

Blue: A Sonnet || Beth Preston

EVERYTHING MUST CONVERGE* || RICHSKI

To Reminisce || Isabella Jacobs

Why I Paint Landscapes || Phillipa Scott

Drive By || Phil Huffy

Tarot Cards || Nicholas Kriefall

Grounded, in excellent faith || Arno Bohlmeijer

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