Sonja Einem ‘15
Terrell W. Orr ‘13

Anonymous
I imagined him rolling up his sleeves and plunging waist-deep into the belly of the organ, the wood vibrating around him like the muscle walls of a living heart as he plucked wires with the precision of a surgeon, making minute, deft adjustments until the valves pumped a rich aortic symphony under his hands.
The Low Quo (Paul Stoicheff ‘13)
Andrea Tapia ‘15
Empiezas,
reloj andante
retomas tu ritmo,
acarreas prisa,
deprisa,
que no llegas
al final.
Jess Joho ‘14
Somewhere in the world, a woman stops. Her brisk strides falter on a cobblestone street with the inexplicable, unmistakable realization that she is being known.
Naomi Washer ‘12
You have to be careful.
In springtime you might find
yourself under a bush
with a boy
Hannah Kucharzak ‘13
In Japan, they called us monsters. They blame the river
for the deaths of childhood friends.
Maria Jacobson ‘14
DEBRA, CHRISTOPHER, and SOCK sit in a plain room with white walls. DEBRA and CHRISTOPHER stand at opposite sides of the room with a chair at center stage. The sock lies on the floor. Anywhere downstage. DEBRA and CHRISTOPHER begin to laugh without smiling.
Riley Skinner ‘13
Kestrel Slocombe ‘12
He was planning the trip to India when I met him—he said he wanted to sleep on the rocks where the gods slept, kiss the women the gods kissed. We stayed up all night, he dancing from map to map, scribbling, making notes, telling me things; sometimes we laughed, sometimes we stumbled sick and tired down the stairs at dawn, into the fog; Jaime still laughing, laughing like a seagull, Jaime on the stony beach with a bottle in his hand, unsteady in the tide with his coat flapping.
Alec Gear ‘15
spitting foam like sand
in storms in deserts and
blistered lips gasping gasps of leady cotton
on leg flab
Jo-Anne Hyun ‘12
Riley Skinner ‘13
Brittany Kleinschnitz
Pretty pseudohermaphrodite,
who steals your motherhood?
Ben Zucker ‘15
Catherine Pikula ‘12
Dreaming of red again: radishes, unwashed,
and hands too rough. Soil no longer washes
off properly but has begun to embed
in life lines and knuckles like so many
birthmarks blooming, at first unnoticed.
Hannah Kucharzak ‘13
Nevermind the origins, as they are unbeknown
to even the oracles, but who knows the rules of
divine intervention?
Erick Daniszewski ‘14

Naomi Washer ‘12
FEEL LIKE I’M MELTING STOP CONNECTICUT CHEMTRAILS STOP SMOKING COWBOY KILLERS STOP NEW BOOTS ARE CLUNKY STOP NO MORE SHIT FROM STRANGERS
Riley Skinner ‘13