This is an ode
To my empty mind
With a thirst for words that just won’t come
Parched by the persistent pest that is
Procrastination
This is an ode
To the rhythmic tap of...
A new month comes around
Autumn leaves fall down
Falling down like crimson
Resonating between her legs
There is a growing pain of crimson
Pooling crimson water suffocating mammals
Red...
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The quiet contemplation of sunny afternoons. --Samantha Chalmers, '25
I miss going to the resorts. --Michael Winfield, '25
My summer was Full of surprises. --Lavell Person, '25
I miss my freedom...
“the process of adapting or becoming used to a new situation”
A word I have gotten to know very well recently
As I watched my brother leave for his final year of college
I thought...
my doorway
it stands guarding a
paradise; a prison
home to beautifully tender wounds—
dusted with roses and sore to the touch
you may choose to see these wounds
their hurt, their...
You give me beautiful roses
With petals like fire to light up my day
Soon enough I have enough to fill my empty vase
But as soon as I take them
My finger bleeds
Many don’t know about the hidden gem
Behind the looming High school
Just around the corner of the front of North
A set of bleachers sit on the grassy hill
This is the field
The field where...
WHEN YOU WANT TO SEE SOMETHING NEW
LOOK DOWN THE ROAD
“HALSTED” IT READS
WHEN YOU WALK ACROSS THE CROOKED PAVEMENT
BUILDINGS FILLED
WITH A SOUR SMELL
YOU GET A FEEL OF THE DIMMED HISTORY
THE...
By Christina Franklin
I'm a black girl that plays with voodoo dolls, instead of barbies
they say my skins is a sin but my skin holds the wonders of the earth and wind
they say my hair looks...
Your name rings in my ear like the eerie ringing of the phone
in the silent house that morning you passed.
When I think of you.
I hear the ice bumping against your glass cup as you walk to...
If you ever find yourself on the j train ….
Seek the nearest porch to sit on
or a pile of stairs
under a yolk-like sun
that runs it´s heat waves
through your coiled hair.
If...
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