By Makda Assefa ’26 The world is a daunting place, they said, Rough, With edges that will poke and prod, Prick you, until blood is drawn. Hold your head up high, they said, Neck strained, eyes straight, Gaze fixed, Fixated on this world, This imperfect world where I am but a woman. I see this…
By Suraj Singareddy ’25 After “Red Wall” by Yi Lei, translated by Tracy K. Smith and Changtai Bi I plant violets in my ears Their splitting stems birth green tongues – digging, screwing, bursting like kudzu through my tympanic membrane middle ear isthmus eustachian tube nasophraynx oral cavity poke their heads out bushels unfurling in…
By Lula Talenfeld ’25 I catch myself shape-shifting with the seasons A new form of spring that is juxtaposed with a falling That is forgetting how to care at all – Weather changes sporadically like how I hear a heartbeat And I find a tornado where my closet used to be The fence has come…
By Makda Assefa ’26 I read through my old journal today. Ancient emotions spilled across pages reserved for just one set of eyes. Don’t they say time heals? I think time spreads. Spreads life across months, weeks, days, Spreads experiences across a novel’s worth of memories. Moments captured, trapped, in ink, On these pages. Pages…
Lucy Ton That ’26 Possibility—was born when the sky criedthe night at 11:02 pm on August 22nd, 2022on Old Campus. The sky, like a scar in theuniverse, sobbed so hard that the drops hurtwhen they broke on my skin. I looked downat my Converse, once light but now darkblue, at my heavied brown skirt, soaking…