by CHELSEA GUO
It was so pretty.
It flashed on that girl’s hair, Emily
at one of those holiday sleepovers
and I wanted her leftovers.
Read Moreby VICTORIA WOO
Except sometimes I skip a
step now, scrambling towards the top because I know I’m almost there, and I want
success so badly, that those bloodshot eyes are wild with greed, and I don’t care if I can’t breathe.
Read Moreby LEXSPECTS SENIORS
A collection of thoughts from some of our editors and writers in the senior class of 2024.
Read Moreby SOPHIA DU
In the dawn of the fall season, my family and I set our offspring free to nestle in the dirt. Our seeds slept in pine cones; the heat of a fire would allow the cones to dry out, open up, and release the seeds.
Read Moreby CHELSEA GUO
I came back from the war a changed man / Many say that / And it’s not an uncommon story; I am not the only one.
Read Moreby SOPHIA DU
It is I,
who curses the wind as
it whisks away their leaves
to distant unknowns.
Read Moreby CHELSEA GUO
I didn’t tell her my name because Mom told me not to tell them to strangers, but I did say I was lost.
Read Moreby VICTORIA WOO
Politicians at a playground bounce like toddlers
on creaking seesaws, swing like children
on tire swings, laugh like babies
without a care in the world
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she desires freedom
from the ones she gave freedom to;
she dreams of bliss
but she is battered
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