by Stephanie Sanborn '20
She spins like a hurricane in the middle of summer.
The audience roared louder than thunder.
Once she took her final step,
She exits the stage, taking a breath.
Her mind has a million thoughts,
Racing around like a Nascar race.
Thinking about how her performance went.
Wondering if she did great.
Looking at the judges score,
Her excitement soars.
It soars higher than the clouds.
Not ever coming back down.
As she sees one 9 and three 10s,
She hopes she can do it again.
by Sara McInnis-Misenor ‘18
An adolescent girl covered in shadows,
Watching, waiting, observing,
Visions of lives unconnected to her own.
They go by,
Humming the tunes they're told are popular,
Dancing to the beats they're told are acceptable,
Living themselves as pawns to the meritocracy.
Chaining themselves to each other.
Forming a massive cult of ideas and ideals,
More and more are attracted.
Succumbing themselves to the vortex,
And falling into orthodoxy.
A young girl draped in darkness stands at its edge,
Observing the souls,
Now lost at last,
Watching the ones she once looked into.
She spreads her arms, and clears her mind,
Her beautiful, dark coverings turn to colorless drapes.
Escaping into the void, she cries out,
The world outside is empty now.
No one left to watch her leave,
No one left to mourn her absence.
by Basia Fisher ‘18
Gram-Gram the Kitty
Is a realistic looking
Stuffed brown cat
Which wears a blue bow
Kitty is named after Gram-Gram
Gram-Gram was my Great Grandmother
This is your hand, this
outstretched open palm, offering,
and so is this, your fist
ready to strike and beat back the world.
Did you know the ancient greeks
had no word
for the color blue?
when my old classmates see each other in the supermarket
a bond stronger than that of typical alumni is between them
there is a battlefield still on fire in their minds
Flashback we’re 4 and 15
Your birthday is today,
2 weeks before mine
I grab your brightly wrapped present
A box of blocks
You pick it up and dump it out
Sit down in front of the mountain and get to work
The child’s eyes, wide as the plates he was fed with, gazed upward to the sky,
viewing the stars,
planets and numerous constellations, his imagination moving faster than any car or
Walking down the streets of New York
Watching the city come to life
Like a sparkling moon on a clear night