Viridity
Annabelle Huyard
Wandering
I wonder where time will take me
Whether it be the top of a mountain
Or the bottom of a ravine
I know where I am now
And that may be all I need
But I will always want to wonder
Where time will take me
David Gray
Checkered Picnic Blanket
Lie on this checkered picnic blanket with me
Let me lay my head on your chest
And feel your heartbeat in sync with mine
Let’s gaze at the stars together
Point them out for me
Tell me that you'll take me there some day
Tell me that years from now
We will lay here again
Pointing to the same stars
That we did on this night
But instead of pointing out the stars for me to see
You took your hand
And wiped them clean
Leaving a once illuminated sky
Pitch black
You wiped the whole world clean
With just a few swipes of your hand
Dullness engulfs eternity
But where am I?
There I am,
Groping blindly in the dark
On that checkered picnic blanket
That I somehow managed to find in the dark
There I am,
Laying here alone
Without you
Staring at the dark sky
Wondering if the stars will ever come back
Doubtful that they will
But wondering nonetheless
Aadi Miglani
Harrison Maronde
“Up to me”
I looked up
The night is dark
“Look it’s the Little Dipper”
“that’s the seven sisters,” he said
Well what if I want it to be the Little Dipper
Olivia Dangelo
Claire Harutunian
Mother Earth
Golden lines of shimmering lightDrawn of an artist in the skyThey beam down to Earth from another worldSeen in fury but never heard Like a ghost disappearing in the sunThe dewdrops have been overcomeThe beauty now is crisp and clearIt speaks to my heart and stings in my ear From the howling dirt upon which I standI gaze in reverie at the contours of landThe mixed and matched and jumbled messFlows like a rhapsody and dances like a dress Mother Earth is green and trueHolding her roots among the human zooShe watches her creations in despairAs we rip ourselves into disrepair The scar on our home is painful and brightFilled with luminescing poisoning lightsThe ground on which I rest my feetIs screaming in horrible harmony The stars were meant to glitter and shineLike freckles underneath bottomless eyesYet the night is a tall black abyssFilled with the smoke of Death’s sweet kiss After the clock strikes six seven eightI can no longer visualize my forthcoming fateOur scorching flames have burned out my lifeI search for penance in the tears from my eyes That rhapsody and dance is sadly no moreThe orchestra has fallen right through the floorChoked by the ice inside of our heartsDead stones some shall never restart How have we done such a thing to our homeThe village it takes has become overgrownAll we can do is watch and waitAnd wither away and purge our escape Idle as our corpses sink into the ground Joining those who are nightmare-boundTo toss and turn with guttural screamsServing unrest to those who daydream We are all eternally entrappedUnder the menagerie we handicappedForced to reckon with our crimesAgainst nature and against all of timeMaile Faust
Kendra Winhall
Harvest Moon
Katie Fitzgerald
Annabelle Huyard
Nathan Felleke
Mandarin Tree
If I close my eyesI can almost take myselfback under the mandarin treeBack to when I was smalland its branches towered over meThe mandarins out of my reach
If I close my eyesI can almost smell the citrusIts scent soaking itself into my grandparents’ garden
A smell strong like the Mexican sunthat warms the bright green grassand my bare feet
If I close my eyesI can almost hear our old dogHis heavy breathingas he races his shadowLeaping deep into the treeBecoming hecticas it rains mandarins
If I close my eyesI can taste the strangenessof the sweet yet sour juicethat sends a shock to my taste budsand paints a smile on my face
When I close my eyesI can feelmy grandmother’s warm handas she gives me another mandarinto explore the taste of
NowWhen the citrus smellwafts through the modern airI am reminded of these times
I smell, hear, taste, and feeleverything all over againValeria Ramos
Cary Dornier