Words by Tye Iverson PZ ’26, Artwork by Maya Rafael PZ ’27 A habit is a placeholder. An item which binds you to the activities shining in your right arm, held together through your wrist and down to your forefingers. It waves hello to the goodbye you’ll see on the other side of a day. My Obsessions are a lock. A foot to a can … Continue reading A Broken Foot And A Clean Tire
By Tye Iverson PZ ’26 The certificate that I bled over, the one that had my tears staining my palms white with mountains of salt, finally landed me in this room. My whole life I’ve waited for a moment such as this. My parents have always expected nothing but greatness, and it seems as though I’ve delivered. Oh, to be on the top floor; the … Continue reading Private Dry-Cleaners
By M. I have five unsent letters to my first love in my desk drawer. In this discourse of passion and heartbreak, I present to you five chronologically ordered excerpts from the love letters that have been walked in and out of the mailroom countless times. This is my catharsis. This is my sending them to her without complete indulgence. This is patience, waiting for … Continue reading A letter to my first love
By Anonymous A time period that really rattled me was the end of last semester. As I realized the year was beginning to come to a close, I suddenly began to feel the world close in on me. I became incredibly overwhelmed with everything going on in the world, and I began to hyper analyze literally everything. I realized I had not really processed the … Continue reading An Anonymous Response
By Don* I call upon the Creator and yeah I call them first / yo the center of my life and they knowing where it hurts / my word is my bond / and I celebrate the birth / manifested in the in flesh / while I’m living on the earth / my life is a blessing I can show you what it’s worth / … Continue reading Walk With Me
By Don* I’ve been a headline like Drake / never been late / not for the reasons that would make me great / going for the grapes had me looking like an ape / now that it’s legal / which one of us was evil / scraping for power to the people / power tu’ the people / hola seniorita / system of a Down … Continue reading Untitled
A piece by Finn Sapp PZ ’26 Continue reading Nowhere, Everything, Everyone, Nothing
A creative writing piece by Tye Iverson PZ ’26 Continue reading My Bed Is a Common Path of Yours
While our community feels the earth-shattering tragedy of Jesse’s passing, I want to share a letter I wrote to anybody who feels sad or alone: Admittedly, things can be really hard and feel hopeless at times, but there are so many people to love you. So many forests that you’ve yet to walk through, looking up at the sunlight through the swaying leaves. So many … Continue reading An Anonymous Letter to Our Beloved Community
By Finn Sapp PZ ’26 A highway resides outside of space and time. This foreign dimension upholds your unconscious life: the stories that slip away each night. The path runs in perpetuity. The zip of each letter, each word, each sentence rip down the road. Your dazed grip under glazed eyes cannot contend with the elusive language. Your hands become butter under the hot sun. … Continue reading The Highway of Endless Truths
