Romp
Andrei Bucaloiu (’18) and while we danced to epic beats the wooden floor did bounce our voices lost in drops of sweat and vests were strewn about and a sea of satin dresses and coats wine reds and lapels of assorted flowers flowed and rolled in the dying light fed by little water bottles and in the dark with no restraint unbutton two and celebrate we lost our ties and lost our minds and found ourselves happy best friends rubbed shoulders and fist bumped too smirking a bro solidarity sensing the night could not keep up but wishing the moment eternity and so we danced to epic beats tuxedos ripped and swollen feet for how much more could we have asked a moment to forever last Sunset's Delight
Peter J. Amarante ('20) The streaks of red are inclined rays. They shoot out—a red blaze. The sun thrusts his shadow over the river And through the mountains. A blazing orb—quite the sight, Thrusting his colors for all to see. It comes to you before the night When the sun is in his last phase. The glorious sight has only so much might. Before the bright stars flicker into the night, When the sky bleaks grey, When the warmth starts to fade, When the sun is dim of light. Incarnated from God’s amazing insight. You can see it every night When the day starts to settle. Sunset’s delight. Talk
Johanna Kratzer She is all talk I mean it. That’s all she is. She is sentences, Phrases, and Syllables. She’s the frequently accidental Grammatical mistakes, And she’s the corrections. She’s misheard, Mispronounced, Misinterpreted. She is comic sans, and MS Trebuchet, and Times New Roman And for the first time she is standing Right here in front of you and she’s More beautiful than you ever Could have imagined and Oh God you need to Say Something Say Something Say Something “Hello” The Shore
Owen Martz (’19) and Evan Reinacker (’19) As I resorted at the Shore, It was very kind to me. It greeted me with its shining sun and open sea The beach is very comforting and subtle, The weightless sun and the calm breeze Always leaves you wanting more. I saw the countless people swimming in the chilled water And an eager sense took over as I joined the others. Does the water make you shiver? The footsteps grow quieter as I exit the water. More and more sand sticks to my feet like sprinkles on ice cream. A coastline, however hard it tries, Will always capture the sun when it’s born, when it dies. Down into the darkness the sun goes away. I kick my feet up, sea breeze in my face. It was a good day. Time
Kaiden Kurzawa (’19) Time passed by Breath by breath, day by day Time passed by Weaker and weaker, sadder and sadder Time passed by Reminiscing good times laughing and crying Time passed by Consciousness lost, family gathered Time passed by A beckon into the room Breath to nothing, skin to pale Passed, moved on to somewhere new |
With Cats and Ghosts
Brian Ferguson-Avery With ghosts and cats, it’s fine and right to keep Quiet. Pick your steps on cool grass, blending With mist. Touch light. Sing a tune no one hears. The cars rest, their lights closed. The moon reflects The subtle dented hoods from last year’s storm. Now I know that hail only touches spots Where cats have stepped. I keep my car’s roof rough So I can come out before dawn and trace Their paw print dances that they have performed Through these nights that fall quiet as the moon. Right
Jackie Smith (’19) and Nate Maustellar (’19) Stuck at a crossroads Right or wrong—which one to choose I took the right path Light
Andrew Bravo ('19) Light; Its absence strikes before An artificial return In a form Of which you are familiar – or, no – Wait – Familiar elements in a foreign arrangement. And yet, All seems natural, nothing out of place. Many moments pass quickly, Others sluggishly, All hazy in memory As you awaken The Creation of Women
Olivia Crumb ('19) They drizzled melted chocolate into the cauldron-- for warmth in her disposition and a warmth in her kind eyes. Sunflowers—their favorite—was next delicately tossed in without hurting a petal. She would stand tall amongst adversity and focus herself on all things light. Rose water drops met the cool bottom with satisfying splashes. She would be youthful, and with soft heart. Parchment and ink next thrown in with little care, to bring out intelligence and insightfulness and a needle sharp wit. A lump of clay so that others can mold their perceptions of her but never truly break her. The feather of a swallow lastly floating into the cauldron, simple, but when gazed at with light its iridescent brilliances amaze all. Crustacean Rap
Miles Ferguson-Avery (’21) Shelled sea-snipper, with fast floaty flippers Armed invertebrate by day, delicious dish during dinner Strong claws of crawfishes Chitin-clad militias Keep an eye out in rivers, oceans, and dinner dishes The End
Hannah Connuck ('19) Is only the beginning Of a lifetime Of beginnings and ends Of starting lines and finish bells Of first lights and last rays Of new beginnings and last days Eras will come and go One thing is always true There will be a beginning And an end So, let’s begin again. |