by Gina Evers '05
I offer my weight again to the old pine —
the soles of my feet remember us here,
by Linda Byrnes Mitchell ’89
I stole these words
from you, one at a time,
furtively threading conversations
on a string that once held pearls.
The clasp broke as you left and
I clutched falling words to myself
still warm in spite of the growing
distance. Did you...
by Christopher Lisee ’10
Death by newsprint—
the business section eclipsed the table lamp’s mirthless glow as Citgo’s Venezuela
Trouble hit hard an unintended audience.
Perhaps he was meditating on death