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List of 20 news stories.
Apologies
Kainda Nzinga '25
We sat there. Clenched knuckles and gritted teeth. Knocked out baby ones in bags under our respective pillows...
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art museum
James Jeffery '22
Shipyard silhouetted against the sunset
calm yellows and muted oranges hold hands and whisper friendship to each other
impassioned reds dance with the blues and blacks of a bruised autumn evening
above the ocean so serene it sings the ships to sleep...
. . .
black and blue
Anonymous
I ooze with
almost there!
and
close enough.
Mediocracy infiltrates my life and seeps through the cracks of my deficiencies. It hardens and solidifies
. . .
Courte improvisation
Charles Wang '22
Masses noires tremblant dans la rue
Capuches humides couvrant la chevelure
Une chaîne lourde toujours tendante...
. . .
Driftwood
Julia Murphy '23
There are some people
who emanate warmth
from their smiles...
. . .
I Was Asked to Write Freely
Ranease Brown '21
Free write,
With liberty put thoughts to paper
Exercise the few rights you have in response to the rights that you don’t...
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I wish you had brought me flowers
Abigail Murphy '23
It was weird flying again.
I had to sit on the aisle seat
The man next to me wanted to sit in the window.
Said it would help his arthritis...
. . .
Mars
Prairie Resch '21
Tell me the stories
Of those far-off shores,
Of distant planets...
. . .
Retribution
James Jeffery '22
I once dreamt of you and I in India.
Your smooth face and my beaten one
Slipping in and out of crowds...
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Self-Portrait
Maisie Bilston '22
I am the yellow light that pools in the corners of hollow houses
Slips and slides, sweet honey on polished empty floors.
I am your reflection in the mirror in the hallway...
. . .
We Turn
Caroline McCarthy '22
The GPS says
It’s a ten minute walk
We take the trek...
. . .
among the gravestones
Sophia Schaffer '23
A bent old man in the cemetery,
the flowers he did tend,
White lilies unfurled at his feet
to watch his life transcend...
. . .
Late August
Evan Migdole '22
8:00 am: How does the day begin?
The Sun Star has a two hour head start.
People are chirping like gulls as they walk by...
. . .
Seeds
Caroline McCarthy '22
The seeds sit
Shallow in the dirt, in a pot
That belonged to my uncle. From...
. . .
Sounds of Summer
Caroline McCarthy '22
The sounds of summer for some
Are sounds of mischief and fun.
The grains of sand sliding between their toes
Swimming amongst friends and supposéd foes...
. . .
Glass is Only Another Form of Sand
Prairie Resch '21
Plants on my windowsill.
Bird which hit my window this morning
(and I wonder if it was my fault
. . .
Follow the Sun
Julia Silbert '18
In all his dreams,
The house lights were turned off.
Skin drawn over the windows,
But breathing.
. . .
in a nursing home
Naomi Tomlin '19
the first time i saw my father cry was in a nursing home.
we sat on the balcony overlooking a parking lot and an airplane hangar.
. . .
Locked Out
Lionel Louis '18
I’ve got the keys to success.
They’re hangin from my pocket now.
I always have known that I
Wanted to be successful.
Make money, get employed, and
Hopefully
Die happy.
. . .
please be quiet
Maliya Ellis '19
What are you saying?
I can’t hear you over the--
Listen! -- birds’ sweet syrup sighs
Like shower mist
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