Adelyn Sim ’24 “Do you want to major in art?” “No. Mom, no.”Art is mass produced by human printersArt is a tongue that tastes the bittersArt is photography without tinted filters My own eyes witnessed every guinea pigReplicating life onto dull canvasesTheir leaves are a facadeTheir skies manufacturedTheir trees withering under their hands “No. Mom, no.”I’d rather be without my brushes, my palettesThan live there … Continue reading Unearthing Passion
Sophie Harberson ’24 My mom used to tell me that I was her golden girlHer best girlHer baby girlThe little girl she always wantedThe little girl she dreamt of in her sleepI remember how much she loved meAnd hugged meAnd kissed my cheeksShe brushed my golden hair every morningCombed through its knotsSmoothed itManicured itShowed me how to tame itShe told me how lucky I was … Continue reading Golden Girl
Richard Liu ’26 Evanescent encounter. The pureness of youth permeated through those white cherry blossoms of many seasons before. After School. The careless gust blew through delicate strands of her raven-black hair. She wore a pristine white dress shirt, with a knee-length deep red tartan skirt. Her delicate featuresand short stature give an air of effortless charm. In that fleeting moment, I felt an unrelenting … Continue reading Seasonal
Andrés Arévalo ’22 Para Adriana At the end of the room, a white wall holdsa portrait of the president, wearing a Smile while I check my documents again: Evidence of employment I-20 form F-1 Visa Valid passport Mi madre told me to look and act confident: Show them tu valor, mijo.Three years have gone by, four more secured. My fingers slip through papers andfolders; I want to belong here, I want to be one of them. … Continue reading Your Turn is – B297
Jonathan Odike ’25 It’s strange how something so desolate, lonely, ominous, and bitter can be so inviting. Our ancestors labored and toiled, groaned and ground, sacrificed and searched relentlessly for the one thing to free them from the inescapable sensation carrying only pain and death. Hundreds of thousands of years later, I stand here in my solemn, silent kitchen, void of light, to avoid waking … Continue reading An Alaskan Night
Xinyuan (Coco) Li ’25 From the depths of time’s ancient womb,She emerged, a spark in the infinite gloom,Born of Earth, of sea and sky,A goddess, a mother, in her fierce and gentle sigh. From earth’s clay and sun’s fiery gleam,She emerged, shaped like a dream,A miracle of all capable, a symbol of life,A protector, a nurturer, a beacon of light. In her arms, we find … Continue reading She
Ryann Holladay ’24 The grass hid their beauty,Covering the garden’s countless flawsWhen I needed their familiarity the most Their presence in my life was warmWhile others mowed them over,Obviously crushing the dreams I had yet to make Their yellow umbrellas had shielded me,As protection from the many foes I fearedThat now reside in my once familiar backyard But laying there in the fieldWith the dandelions … Continue reading Weeds
Xinyuan (Coco) Li ’25 For weeks on end, I had been hunched over my computer, tirelessly editing the novel I must publish soon. My eyes were bleary, my mind foggy, and my fingers numb from typing. The weight of the task had been crushing me, and I felt like I was suffocating under its relentless demands. This mode lasted until the day when my mother … Continue reading The Card of Benevolence
Anna Carroll ’23 one thing i’m best atis convincing myselfof other people’s own indifference. remembering the ugly,yet doling out grace,i walk the fine linebetween narcissism and paranoia. if a surgeon were to open my chest,they would see the burn marksfrom my soul’s raging fire,that fights to surviveagainst the winds of change. the unknown is horrifying, unpredictable, and challenging. no, beautiful, freeing, and unique. how i … Continue reading fight or flight
Hanqi (Carrie) Shang ’23 February You thought it was fate. I never liked the idea of destinies.So, when you said we were always meant to meet, I’d insist that it was all part of my master plan. I’d say Iknew you visit the same Barnes and Noble on Wednesdays, so of course, I went too. I’d say I knew your favoriteauthor is Ocean Vuong, so … Continue reading A Year of Loving
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