Momentary Masters

We were for a moment Free as the wind that carries the free bird

The momentary masters of a world untamed Blazing and brazen On fie and higher we reached Like the stacks of black smoke That kiss the sky And leave their marks of brilliance Even if the token Is momentary

We were alive and burning And burned because we could

William Ross Class of 2024

Acrylic Class of 2025

St. Jude the Apostle Dotes on Me

i can sit here and overthink my actions and write self-loathing poetry and make playlists about relating to Hamlet and Tom Wingfield like doing so makes m better in any way. i can pluck out the darkest crusts of my soul and display them on the concrete before me, desperately pointing and saying, “see! i was evil all along,” like an insecure teen examining the gunk they drew out of their clogged pores. (and i can do that, too, if i have the time).

i can sit here and worship the most pitiful of martyrs, revering what they sacrified instead of what they gave. i can put on the façade of Catholic guilt despite being raised Protestant, because, really, i didn’t need religious leaders to tell me what i’ve thought about myself since childhood. no matter what i do, though, i cannot deny the truth: telling people i’m a bad person does not make me good, or even bad. it just makes everyone look down.

Emma Greer

Class of 2025

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