A Shadow in the Light

A Shadow in the Light

Anonymous

If all we see is our own goodness,

but reject the darkness within,

where does that really put us?

When our side is the only truth,

the world around us crumbles,

and spiritual death takes our youth.

But what if we see our evil,

listen to the figure calling from the dark wall,

the voice who tries to catch us

well before we fall? Continue reading “A Shadow in the Light”

They Find Their Needs Met in You

They Find Their Needs Met in You

Connor Stubblefield, M3, Class of 2022

I
The row of pink lines, round faces tousled at every frill and trill by the wind, finds its needs met in you.

II
The shorter friends, purple and yellow bunches tossed not as much by the wind as by the butterflies and bees that leap and jump from their platforms—yes, these too, the flowers and the bright flitting patterns under the sun, find their needs met in you. Continue reading “They Find Their Needs Met in You”

Summer is the Time of Remembrance

Summer is the Time of Remembrance

Connor Stubblefield, M3, Class of 2022

Summer is the time of remembrance.

To know what is coming in the cold winter,

to know what is past in the fresh spring.

New life passes away,

and the cold washes it all away,

prepares the ground for the bulbs to spring up.

Cyclical.

To know one’s passing is to know rebirth.

Continue reading “Summer is the Time of Remembrance”

and adam fell into a deep sleep

and adam fell into a deep sleep

Vinu Rao, M1, Class of 2024

 

I.

from the dust emerged a swirling cyst of layers

tumbling into one another

until the father’s hands enveloped the incomplete.

 

his fingers laced together tight,

a squeeze away from crushing it all

and starting all over again,

he breathed and knew

he had formed

a seal his children cannot help but break.

 

II.

the children of god

burned and crushed and uprooted

flowers and trees of Eden

to find what will maim and disfigure

their naked bodies

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Bypass

Bypass

Linzy Kirkpatrick, M1, Class of 2023

The iridescent glow of cellophane windows

wraps the building in a blanket of fuchsia and blue,

a playful dance of colors that shift

as I walk past. It’s the first

of many similar days to come.

The corridors whisk me through a

playful maze, a tenuous

barrier between the parents

who wait for news and those of us who

witness it.

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