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9/16/2010
by Nina Romano ’64
Cleansed with rose waters of my bath, I don a loose gown of shimmering lime cotton shot through with cucumber and silver silk. I wrap my head in...
9/16/2010
by Linda Byrnes Mitchell ’89
I stole these words
from you, one at a time,
furtively threading conversations
on a string that once held pearls.
The clasp broke as you left and
I clutched falling words to myself
still warm in spite of the growing
distance. Did you...
9/16/2010
by Christopher Lisee ’10
Death by newsprint—
the business section eclipsed the table lamp’s mirthless glow as Citgo’s Venezuela
Trouble hit hard an unintended audience.
Perhaps he was meditating on death
or...
9/16/2010
by Gina Evers ’05
The mouths of three rivers salivate
as a December moon bears down onto the horizon.
I watch the old man cloak, uncloak.
Here, he says, they call this mid-winter.
"Mid” because many names for cold...
2/15/2008
When Shadrach left the furnace
All Babylon was ablaze,
Terrible and brilliant light
Slashing and clawing from walls
Of yellow brick, from palm fronds,
From the high sun that echoed
Jubilation. The shafts leaped ...