Tagged as “poetry”

by Kathryn Lorenzini '97

I sit on the sofa with Lucile, holding
my poem, the award, trying to be
the writer. I am
eighteen, on the brink of it all. I am
supposed to step out of this moment, once
in a lifetime, leap toward
success. I thrill to the possibility
of her voice, words rocking like boats
blessed on ever flowing...

  by Samantha Tibbetts '10

    The map I drew of

    Argentina in the 4th grade did

 not mention it was conquered by the Inca

 Empire in 1480. It was orange in

by Fran Markover '71

In Gabon, when the grandmothers speak, the president listens. . . .
—Bernadette Rebienot, Bwiti elder, grandmother of 23

In the Black Hills, on the back page of the Nation
The International Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers
gathers from each direction of grief —
rainforest, African...

(from a series called "The Only Time I Believed in God Was at Granma's House")

by L’Oréal Reneé Joyce Snell ’04

My sister say I’m going get a bike for my birthday so I act like I don’t know when Mama call me.
Mama say come home cause I was over San and them house and
Mama say she going...

by Katharyn Howd Machan

The first problem is the carpet bag.
When asked to open it for inspection
she smiles her practically perfect smile
and pure pink appears on her cheeks.
When — spit-spot — in less than two minutes
she’s filled no fewer than thirteen bins
overflowing with dusters, lampshades, soaps,...