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…
Category: Poetry
Magnolias
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…
Reflections on a Journal
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…
Possibility–was born when the sky cried the night at 11:02 pm on August 22nd, 2022 on Old Campus
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…
Shame—was born at 9:48 am on September
22nd, 2022, in a dusty classroom on York
Street full of Viet kids who can’t speak their
own language.
Lucy Ton That ’26 Shame—was born at 9:48 am on September22nd, 2022, in a dusty classroom on YorkStreet full of Viet kids who can’t speak theirown language. Shame was born at the samemoment that language died a confused deathin Lucy Ton That’s mouth, strangled by hernoose of a tongue. Learning language is likebecoming a child…