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Ace MacLean-Cury ‘27 Characters Namira  Theophilos (The Champion)  Coven of Namira Leader  Coven Member  Yarl of The Reach (a.k.a. Markarth)  Guard/soldier.  Chorus/Coven Members  Part I Enter Theophilos and the Coven Leader.  Coven Leader:      Sire, not to question thy all knowingness, yet do thou knowest if this resolve shall work out i’ our favor? They hath…

Zoe Bocek ‘24             It’s silent in your house. Or at least, it’s silent to you. There are sounds—but they are the sounds you’ve known for as long as you’ve lived here; the washing machine, the fridge, the buzzing of lights, the dishwasher, the creak of that one floorboard, or that one door hinge. It’s…

Brooklyn Welch ’25 On a small plane of space, the moon began to cry. “I’ve become ugly,” she whispered. A wandering knight, sleek white in dark hues, sat on a star to look at her. “How so?” “I’m forgotten. I hardly ever see a soul look at me,” the moon sighs; “ugly things are forgotten.”…

Mason Beckett ‘27 Chapter 1 It all began in the winter. The fateful time when harsh zephyrs blew strong and thick white snow clung to the frozen ground. A small boy trudged through snow-laden fields once tangled with green vines and flowing grapes. His golden curls grew near to his shoulders and his cheeks burned…

Mica Mamplata ’27 The word and definition are “Rehabilitation – the act of restoring something to its original state.” Recovery begins the journey of change Everything is brighter after that Home sweet home, now a safe haven Association with society, a sobering reality Bit by bit Inch by inch, returning to society’s norms Leaning into…

Mica Mamplata ’27 The word and the definition are “Definitely – with a challenging and disobedient attitude.” Defiant eyes stare into soul of the challenger Elbows exposed from rolled-up sleeves, muscles tensed Feet fixed into the ground with arms crossed Imagine the defeat of its prey Nothing will ever get in its way It has…

Aki Anandam ’24 Several years had passed since he left the farm, but F. Ridley never forgot the sweet scent of grapes that floated across the land. The autumn winds would carry the scent throughout the plains, and if he closed his eyes now, he could almost taste it. He was a long way from…

Grace McGowan ’26 in a place not so far away:  unruly divots of metal and glass strain towards the sun;  deep grooves, intersecting lines drawn in dirt long ago;   a tangle and tumble of roots underfoot, threaded together in knots and strands.   life teems at all hours relentlessly,  it is inescapable:   voices like bumblebee hums  …

Dominic Giuzio ’24 I. One moment The sun stands against a blue backdrop, The air is sweet as nectar, Warmth embraces the world, And cheerful conversations Meander across green clearings. The next, The sun retreats behind a dark cloud, The air becomes heavy with darkness, Cold seizes everything, And silence Becomes louder than ever. II.…

Kyle Hays ’24 Amidst glowing lights A world not here all the time Is seen at day’s end

Kyle Hays ’24 Is seen at day’s end The cold darkness surrounds us It feels warm for once

Kyle Hays ’24 There is no one person who is the same as another Our hair doesn’t all flip in the wind Our eyes don’t all see the same pink cherry blossoms floating in the breeze We can try to be like others all we want But we can never be others We can want…

Dominic Giuzio ‘24 A nebula of information A great cohesion of 1’s And 0’s. Everything that you are Is translated into code, Diluted into binary And shipped off To the top buyer. Nothing is safe Nothing is protected. As you interact with the internet The internet interacts with you And you are taken away Gradually…

Griffin Lines ‘24 With time here in the home I’ve lived in and loved for eighteen years soon coming to an end, it is the unseen, unnoticed, and mundane aspects of my life that I’ve come to appreciate more and more. It is my mattress and duvet cover that call my name every night and…

Andrew Morrell ’24 The clacking of my blinds As a gentle breeze blows Through the open window Carrying the smell of a fresh downpour A gentle pine scent And the soft chirping of birds As they begin their morning songs Fluctuating with the blinds as they sway Is the morning sun Devouring my room And…

Ardaja Callandret ’24 Sometimes, you sweat so much that your face gets hot, and you feel like you’re in a sauna. Sometimes, your lung capacity shortens, and you feel like you are close to death. The sound of screaming and the smacking of a chest cover rings in your ear, and you are overwhelmed, but…

Kiera Munko ’24 A few of my friends and I were out playing at recess one day in elementary school. As usual, we were playing a game we had come up with. We were always coming up with different games to play, but often we would play pretend. We would come up with a plot,…

Alexander Wathen ‘24 Camping A warm fire crackles. Its glow warding off the cold, Darkness beyond it Matches A warm fire crackles: Glowing embers of a home; Ash where it once stood.

Sofia Griffin ‘24 I. She opens the shutters And lets the light flow. II. Water drips onto tiled floor; The sun dries my curls.

Franny Broderson ‘24 Is a baby’s fresh footprint on permanent paperUntouched by the world and full of possibility.Eyes dart from place to place blissfully.No rush, no hurry, and not a single worry.Babbles of nonsense have others fawning whileSilk fists constantly reach for the unreachable.Moments flourishing as time is just beginning. Names in an ink-splotched yearbookFilled…

Franny Broderson ‘24 I saw a woman:Towering, eccentric, powerful.Admiring her majestic plump hands,Thinking, how wonderful.How wonderful it is to be different.Her kind runs the worldI live in it.That’s why I didn’t run.Why I didn’t see it coming.Why I was smashed. Why wouldShe kill me When all we Are is Different?

Franny Broderson ’24 We lose our minds. Lost like misplaced keys Subconsciously stashed in your pocket. Whispers of guilt and curiosity buzz in your ear. You want to feel the magnetic keyboard Pulling your fingers. You want to lose your mind To the one that’s fake.

El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ‘24  I have so many questions  So many thoughts   But a voice so quiet And young It is drowned in the echos  it holds no power  They all decide what I learn  As I sit back and watch   Like an owl observing the world  My life falls into their hands How come my…

Franny Broderson ’24 Is wanted dead By the people who like knowing They are only human. Spines of kids in stiff rows ache. Maybe half think for themselves, But all are watched. Watched by the people who like knowing. Watched by the thing that does. The mind is taking its first steps, While some try…

El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ‘24 A full classroom A lost teacher  A confused society  All seeking one answer. How much do we teach? What is too much? The students have questions. But the teachers can’t answer. Politics and children:  A mix we don’t want.  Parents hurt. Teachers stuck in the middle.  When did getting an education become…

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Grace McGowan ’26 There was an oak tree at the end of Azalea Lane. It had been there for as long as anyone could remember. Its branches were sturdy; the tree was strong and beautiful throughout winter and summer, storm and calm, night and day. When it was warm, we would skip down the dirt…

Grace McGowan ’26 The candlelight reflected in her eyes as she pulled away, her breath still warm on his face. She smiled.   She slipped out the door. He paused for a moment, then yanked the door open and raced down the hallway, his feet slamming against the floor carpeted in velvet. He narrowly dodged his…

Matthew Frosaker ’23 My dog sits on the couch staring out the window. Her eyes are pink and droop low with green goop on the sides. They look so human.   In the time my mom is out of the house, Bella enters a painful depression. Time stops, and she is left alone waiting for the…

Ryan Ganz ’24 There is a piece of meat on the ground  It speaks its last words  It’s such a thing I’ve never heard, so profound  Were its mutters, murmurs and such  They touched my mind more than my heart  I plucked the thoughts from my head, I put them in my hand  And I…

Zoe Bocek ’24 A classic, white, low-backed lawn chair behind a classic, peeling-paint, white picket fence atop a well-trimmed, recently groomed, green grass lawn, is where he died with a handmade porcelain mug in his left hand. And when he died, he did not drop the cup right away; it stayed in his relaxed palm…

Catherine McNeill ’23 I dream of peace and warm hands. I abandon the passion of revenge and rage— I replace it with the feminine capability of emotion so deep it hurts… I can define how I feel by colors and flowery words, Not by a punch in the face      or a smile full of blood.…