For Lecture Girl A Poem By AIDAN FITZSIMMONS Red bow unslightly askew I wish I could ask you why Seventy-five degrees tilted From norm, it grasps few Loose limp unwashed hairs But most fall unaware No time in the morning For anything but running This girl four rows down Had to run or […]
A Brief History of Time A Poem By JOSE ESPINEL The beginning spilled light. And helium. And time. Across the newborn plane These raced to fill the void And this process we know Is natural. The glass says so, When spilled sideways and Unless the vintage is good You’ll never hear me complain. Also no […]
Onwards and Forwards A Poem By ANA LUIZA NICOLAE Up and down and up and down It goes all round Comes and goes Through joy and woes Its spinning never stops On Earth so far the sky above The rift just flown over by doves Like the cycle of the crops […]
This Movie Had Nothing to Prove, But it Did it Anyway A Captain Marvel Review in Light of Recent Events at Harvard By ALAYA AYALA In recent years, the film and entertainment industry has slowly become more diverse as minority populations fight to see representations of their experiences on the big screen. This fight […]
Baby I’m smokin’ a cigarette Short Story By ANONYMOUS “Baby I’m smokin’ a cigarette.” The text glows on the screen of your phone, lighting up the dark bedroom. It’s midnight—well past your bedtime before morning practice. She told you after the third Last Cigarette that this was it. She told you that she was finally […]
For Your Sake A Poem By JOSE ESPINEL For your sake, Child of present Troubles, Those – from kind intent refracted, An aberration or malpractice of That impulse to live, I wish you would know this: That in the parent’s absence peace persists Pressed as blissful comfort into lifeless things; The afternoon’s warmth, […]
A Symbol for Something By AIDAN FITZSIMONS and TUSHAR DWIVEDI A: On Monday, we had a snow day. We didn’t have an actual snow day, but it snowed a lot, and we definitely had a day. J: Snow slushing under my weary, somewhat raggedy boots, I made it to Pierce just before 9am, unwilling […]
Standish Library A Poem By AIDAN FITZSIMONS There is a tall clock on the front wall Facing all of Standish Library Does not tick or seem to move at all It does when you don’t look But the time is often off A giant sun shape Brass, gold, dull, heavy, painted, fake The […]
As Spun in the Eliot House Record Room Tucked away in the shelves of the Record Room resides a cultural artifact By AIDAN FITZSIMMONS and MARISSA GARCIA Nestled within Eliot House is a Record Room, vaguely scented of old album covers. Upon its hardwood floors– blanketed with an ornate red carpet– sit two threadbare sofas, […]
In the rain By ABIGAIL JADE KOERNER It’s raining always when I’m with you And not because I’m feeling blue It’s raining raining And I can’t see I squint my eyes – there’s you and me Singing and dancing Kissing in the rain I said my favorite place was solitude But that was insane! […]