Emma Le ’26
In the Rise
Emma Le ’26
Pinecone
El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ’24
Peace and Warm Hands
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.
I try not to cut so deep I haunt the scratches on your chest.
The dirt under my nails from some sort of airy forgetfulness,
Of a preoccupied mind,
A poem of my grace,
(A poem of my sigh)
Not the byproduct of adrenaline-rushed eyes, desperate clawing at the hardened ground.
I feel emotion so deep I feel I must fall into myself;
I give myself and my image to you—
I fear I must have misplaced the crazed hysteria of rage so deep it blinded every waking thought with a desire towards inflicted pain.
My bloodied knuckles are our secret; a mere fall, officer…
My bloodied knuckles are to be hidden, they turn a light pink
they no longer blind my vision by the pale
and quick to fall apart–
chi p.
The pleaded faces and desperate cries hurt my heart,
They no longer fill me with disgust and anger;
my brow softens,
my teeth no longer bite what my fist can’t hurt.
I have all but stopped.
My forked tongue is thinly hidden behind my teeth,
The mark on my back protects me from evil.
Cross me two times.
French Fries
Clare Bentley ’23
Digitalized
Emma Le ’26
Odd Coherence
August Means ’24
the lakes
Lillian Martin ’26
Nature’s hidden treasure
Lying in plain sight
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For someone to notice the wonder held within
Deep
Deep
Down
The most precious object rests at the benthic of the lakes
Souls
Only emerging when your reflection gapes over the dark water
Up
Up
Up
The Soul flies to the surface
To show you a reflection of yourself
Who you are
And who you can be
The lakes
Guarding the key to humanity
The only thing that can remind a person of who they are
A reflection
The smallest amenity with the greatest power
The lakes
Holding the Souls of our future and the secrets of our well-being
Their surfaces
Sparkling
Shining
From the brightness of the treasure trove within
I Learned to Live from Them
Raquel Wong ’23
I wish, wish, wish to be fast, racing cousins over grass
I hear’ em calling me a “Slowpoke!”
In the old carriage entering the past
Watching zip liners, oh, what crazy folk
On a family stroll I cannot be last
Paddling past pretty, preening birds in live oaks
Classifying, cataloging, costumes, choreography, and cast
Nearly soaked in the moat I am provoked
Fast balls collide in a clap, a blast
Everything goes in stir fry
Noodles are never too cheesy
Can’t make perfect wonton though I try
But pancakes are always easy
Rice is better than mince pie
We are kings of the world, eating all things leafy
Poor man’s sushi, as good as blue skies
Sages don’t always speak a wiser tone
Their disciples curse in “Uff-das” and “Ai-yahs”
We don’t cheer “SKOL!” in monotone
Xiao-meis order phos
And night owls are never alone
She says, “Time is money” and “Don’t worry, cous”
Norway is a ways away
Never seen Guangdong
Cook the food as they say
Listening while still young
Elders call this child’s play
Learning his mother tongue
Teapot needs a vacation day
I am from people far-flung
Expectation
Bella Barros ’25