Poetry Collection

by Nora Claire Miller
there is a thing
inside of this thing.
a sparrow swelling
beneath my air conditioner.
brick seizure spelled out in dull light,
the construction of a chord.

Love Stories

by Rachel Berger

Ten minutes
after my first kiss,
All I want
is to stay on this train

Skipping Stones

by Ana Henry
I promised my father
(when I was twelve, on
the cusp of something
unknown to both of us)
that I would learn how.

Senior Portfolio

by Preston Cooper
The house cracked and groaned through the night. Windows shattered, beams broke, the ceiling loosed its plaster. The front door rattled with ear-splitting violence. The wind whistled all night long with the rain pounding on the roof. And all the while the horrible crashing of thunder split through the night.

Senior Portfolio

by Grace McNamee
That summer, the summer I turned eight, the public pool was never off my mind. If I closed my eyes, I saw the shimmering water, heard the lifeguard’s whistle for kids’ swim, smelled the chlorine. All I needed that summer was the money to go and swim back and forth, back and forth, beside the lap lanes.

Senior Portfolio

by Katherine Mitchell

Sweet eagerly newborn, I / reached for my mother’s pearls