by Emma Wilkinson His name was Adam, and he was clever. Maybe his teachers never told him so, but it was true. He only spoke one language, and he had no interest in poetry, but he had other talents and a rare stubbornness. The kind of determination that makes progress in a difficult field. His upbringing was better than most could ask for, if a … Continue reading The Modern Frankenstein
by Caitlin Filep Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth’s superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind — Emily Dickinson It is nearly impossible to encounter Emily Dickinson without being immersed in the natural world that she dearly loved. This poem, though it may … Continue reading Poetic Truths in Nature: An Introduction to my Senior Thesis on Emily Dickinson
by Henry Ahrabi, Anna Jackson, Jonah Murray, and Jonathan Rolfe Two years ago, out of our great love of Tolkien, we decided to begin watching Amazon’s new Rings of Power. It was a delightful time, holed up cozily in Koon (then, as now, a women’s dorm), watching it, offering a running commentary with our friends. We did not expect much faithfulness to Tolkien, and so, … Continue reading The Twisting of Tolkien: A Rings of Power Season 2 Review
by Rooks Russell OPHELIA: Thank you again, for meeting with me. I know you say, you’d meet me anywhere, any time, but, still, thank you. You see I’ve had something on my mind, and I think about it all the time, so I figured it would be best to just get it out so … Do you remember the time six months ago when you … Continue reading What is Love? Baby Don’t Hurt Me. Don’t Hurt Me. No More.
Dear Reader, An experienced journalist from the Washington Examiner once said, “Nobody reads the Letter from the Editor but your mom.” Taking this advice to heart, I have decided to break the mold and go wild. Instead of trying to contrive an imaginary theme for this issue, let’s talk about coffee. You are not a wimp for liking milk in your coffee. Sure, the strong, … Continue reading Letter from the Editor | Issue #46
Oh cruel heav’n and earth, You nurture me ‘til this dayTo wither and die. — Yaozhu “Charlie” Cheng (junior, history) Lonely little bird, Don’t despair the dark of night. Wait; the dawn will come. — Olivia Finch (junior, English and classics) Give me wisdom now Not in broken retrospect Honey on a burn — Avery Nowowiejski (junior, Spanish and English) Autumn Death without pity Life renews itself, ending, Changing, leaf by leaf — Emma Wilkson (junior, English … Continue reading Issue #46: short poetry
by David Cathel One day over the past summer I saw a book that had been reviewed as a “must-read.” At that time, I wondered whether that book was more necessary to read than any of the Shakespeare plays I have thus far neglected, Plato’s dialogues, or the Aeneid, or any other number of excellent works that I have not yet taken the time to … Continue reading The Importance of a Literary Canon
by Katrin Surkan She lifts the tray gently from the hot stove, careful not to burn her fingertips through the potholder she crocheted in college. Her seven-year-old comes sneaking over to snatch a fresh cookie, drawn by the smell of chocolate chips permeating the house. The tea kettle whistles just as her husband walks in the door with a sigh. He thumps his satchel down … Continue reading Nature and Nurture: Musings on Womanhood
by Rooks Russell “What is called affection is really nothing but habitual sympathy…The general rule is established, that persons related to one another in a certain degree, ought always to be affected towards one another in a certain manner, and that there is always the highest impropriety, and sometimes even a sort of impiety, in their being affected in a different manner. A parent without … Continue reading The Creature
by Anna Bromm Jedidiah Vesper awoke but did not open his eyes. Jedidiah Vesper awoke but did not open his eyes. He was lying on hard cobbles, and a faint breeze carried the smell of meat and bread and the sound of raucous laughter. He forced his lids open, rubbing the sleep from them, and sat up. Across the cobblestone road, a few men looked … Continue reading The Angel of Death
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