Words by Ayden Duchovnay SC ’28 Graphic by Ava Tratt PZ ’27 Here, it is a February of eucalyptus and rosemary and yesterday’s weed. Snow has melted off the dry brown mountain And my friends are at the pool. I want the February of petrichor and pine, I want the rain to melt. I want the snow, I want to brake for geese and to … Continue reading February
Words by Ayden Duchovnay SC ’28 Graphic by Blue Byrnes PZ ’27 Two birds left luck For Lucy, yesterday Just beside her favorite elm All at once she felt As if the roots had willed A bridge, between The trees and the worms and From the edge of her Outstretched hand She sees now Alida wears eight rings, each one An overgrown summer, but still … Continue reading Conversation with Friends, 1/23/25
Words by Sage Lewit PZ ’27 Graphic by Blue Byrnes PZ ’27 Lingerer – They say you are confused, Trying too hard, holding on. Gripping and grasping – missing your cue I hear you. Your words hang quietly looming ahead the masses who misread you. Coin you insecure. Call you yet miss you no Further. In your absence they are remiss Freed of your echoes which … Continue reading Pull a Brain in Two
By Eli Heart PZ ’26 Therein the wood lies time untold in word Till pouring crows release a somber song And quiver more each leaf to add a verse And lost the same as snow has come and gone But worry not. Oh worry not. Stay young When sunlight gives beneath a winter white It’s missed how laughter marks the lonesome tongue Shall come again— … Continue reading Time Untold in Word
Words by Willa Umansky PZ ’27 Graphic by Sam Condren PZ ’28 The face of the deep, splattered through the terrain of mini mountains that mock the cavernous desertscapes that confine them. Some mystical entity beckons the sullying of sandy colored sediment, further dragging it away from its provenance. The notable genesis site— dark, abysmal, presumably holy. Edges unsure— hesitant to declare themselves in their … Continue reading Oops, I Spilled My Water
By Vivian Simon SC ’28 I was in New York for exactly twelve hours this summer. I landed at Newark in my Canadian tuxedo and I stepped out and it was 96 degrees and glorious. The off-city stench filled me with an unprecedented joy. It’s hot in Claremont. I can’t breathe. Week two or three and it is one hundred eight degrees. It’s so hot. … Continue reading New York to Los Angeles
Words by AnonymousGraphic by Ben Connolly PZ ’26Doodles by Leo Bowman PZ ’25 i am unraveling a calamitous disaster pace, woefully languid i’d bathe in your sunlit eyes and dance upon the freckles that decorate your arms so i’ll let it take me crestfallen and despondentcuz i’m reduced to my want for youpersonhood carved awayi look at the glow of the moon, my stomach has pits i’m furiously … Continue reading spectral silhouettes, arduously silent
By Noah Schiller PZ ’26 I long for the color greenand its rippling hues that sway silentIn the forgotten forests of my memory They sang a simple songOne I could understandPerhaps even sing along to, butI don’t know the wordsI don’t know the words The melody was tenderWelcoming me intoTheir green, green placeWashing weary eyes in emerald watersBubbling past baby bamboo shootsBaritones of this symbiotic … Continue reading Symphony
By Willa Umansky PZ ’27 do you relate to henry miller? also do you believe in god? Tv show idea ozempic Ensemble cast gooooodbyeee new yorkkkk i’m tired on the plane and for some reason the volume on my television doesn’t work downloaded music and books are all i know sigh the pilot warned us of turbulence west of Denver plane full of new york … Continue reading As seen in my notes app
Words by Luca Rudenstine PZ ’26 11/23/22 I just couldn’t watch another womanhate herself anymoreI trimmed off her strong tender skin its cloth falling at my feet. And hung it up in her closet like anold work blouseWithout a body there was no more suffering. She was a goddess. I used to wake up mornings,limping back to the chapel room my scale, a churchMounting my feet on it … Continue reading Poems from my notebook – of body
