One Hundred Words Spoken to a Stranger

by Lily Pareso ‘26

Wilted in the sun-touched grass, he sits. His posture dissolved as he melted into the pages that rested in his lap. Undisturbed by the elderly passing by or the youthful echo of a baseball against a leather glove. With his bike in disarray across the lawn, his shoes sporadic with the weeds, solemnly his vice returns him to the reality of the twenty-first century with the blue glow of a screen. In a shuffled motion he assembles his boots, book, and bike, leaving behind only his hollow shape in the grass- a temporary commemoration of undistracted time now the past.

finding the robin’s egg

by Sarah Wagner ‘24

she, thinking it beautiful

cupped it in her earnest hands

entrusting it to

the wandering fingers of younger sister

and she, thinking it curious

closed her hands

blue bits biting into

the untouched skin of her palm

it, lying emptied out

broken and bewildered

found itself lost between

old and young