Tournesol2025



Thethemeofthisyear’sliterarymagazineis“ComeTogether,”aftertheBeatles songofthesamename.TheBeatles,ahugeinspirationformeandalmost everyoneexposedtotheirmusic,reallyknewhowtogetamessageacrosswith theirlyricsandsongtitles.Althoughmostoftheirsongswerenotwrittenwith theintentionofmakinganysortofpointatall,theimportanceoflove,unity, andfriendshiparewoventhroughouttheirdiscography.Thepiecesinthis magazine,submittedbymembersoftheNotreDamecommunity,areall certainlycapableofspeakingforthemselves,butwhenyouflipthroughthe pagesthatliebeforeyou,it’sjustasimportanttoremembertheloveand communityinspiringtheseartistsasitistoappreciatetheartitself.Inatime wheretechnologyisadvancingfasterthanwecanfigureoutwhattodowithit andprogressionreignsoverhumanexperience,thisartandtheculture inspiringitsproductiontrulymattersmorethanyoucouldeverunderstand withoutseeingit.Iwouldliketothankeveryonewhosubmittedtheirwritingor arttothismagazineandeveryoneelsewhocontributedtoitinanyway.
Althoughthisis“TheEnd”ofmytimeeditingtheTournesolandasastudentat NotreDame,itwasapleasuretoseeandedittheworkofthesetalented,young writersandartists,andIhavenodoubtthattheArtswillcontinuetothriveat NDinyearstocome.
Sincerely,
Natalie Ioannidi
Aswelivealifeofease(alifeofease) Everyoneofus(everyoneofus) Hasallweneed(hasallweneed) Skyofblue(skyofblue) Andseaofgreen(seaofgreen) Inouryellow(inouryellow) Submarine(submarine,aha) 6 7 8
Myfeetmovemecloserandclosertothemountain. Itgrowsbeforemyeyesandlooksdownonme. Itissomuchmorethanrockyandsteep. Onestepon-challengingbutstrengthening. Ifinallyreachthepeak.
Exhilarating!
GoldenghostsoftheSavanna
Powerful,withstarlitmuscle
Beautiful,drapedinsun-drenched Grace
Roaring,hunting,inthemoon’s glow
KingoftheJungle,
JeweloftheAfricantwilight!
Horses
Beautiful,maneskissedbysoft breezes
Galloping,thunderwrappedin velvet
SilentspiritsJumping,overthe Earth
Beautifuldecorationsoftheopen field
Powerfullikeastormandsoftlike
MySurfboard
Iswaxyandwet
I’mgliding,notsliding
Iamoceanskateboarding!
It’smyfoamchaser
It’smysearocketandI’mthe astronaut
Reese Riley 31
McDonalds
Delicious,salty
Predictable,soothing
Drive-throughblissfulwaiting
Crunching,chewing
Kingofconvenience
Calla Davey 31
Dance
Gracefuldedication
I’mmoving,turning
I’mawhirlingflame,gracefulwindinmotion
DanceisJoyous,silentthunder
Ancientlanguageoflove
Anika Byrne 31
MyBike
ISmoothandsturdy
Ridingandgliding
Iamawinddancer
Withpedalpoweredfreedom!
Tome,thebeachisamarvelousplaceoffreedom
Tome,thebeachisassuringcalmnessandcomfortatalltimes
Tome,thebeachisprosperouswithcharmedmemoriesandcheerfultimes
Tome,thebeachisanastonishingskywithcolorfulumbrellasasstars
Tome,thebeachislikeasafehavenwhereyoucanbewhoeveryouwant
Toarefugee,thebeachisafinishlinemarkingtheendofatoughjourney
Toarefugee,thebeachisasignificantplacetoreunitewithlovedones
Toarefugee,thebeachiswhisperinginyourearthateverythingwillbesafe
Toarefugee,thebeachisgenerouslygivingallitsloveandcare
Toarefugee,thebeachistheentrytoanewworld
Relationships arehard
Theycanmakeyouwantto cry
Evenifthatperson Givesyouunlimitedjoy
Evenifthey protect youandshow countlesslove
Butifyou apologize andshowyourloveback
The consequences willbeoutstanding
Sometimesweall feelembarrassment
Wefeelaneedtobe silent and leftalone
Wehavethe thought of missing somethingothershave
Althoughwefeelthis waywemusttakea stand
Andnever forget how special weallare
Tome,theoceanisgraceful,moving,large,calming
Towering,crystalclear,shadesofblue
Shifting,shimmering,shining
Asvastasthenightsky
Asclearasasheetofglass
Toarefugee,theoceanisendlesssuffering,large,grueling
Harsh,traumatic,painanddeath
Barriertofreedom,stressfulmystery
Angryandunforgivingasthewartheyleft
Wavesbeatinglikeadrumtoanendlesssongofexile
Christine Mattox ‘31
Shefeltabandonedallaloneintheworld
Herheartwaswreckedlikeaflagunfurled
Shewantedtobehappybutsometimesshe'dcry
Searchingforfunandalwaysasking"Why?"
Shefeltembarrassedandmaybeabitshy
Butshewasgratefuleachdayforherfamilyalwaysnearby
Inthesilenceofnight,she'ddreamofthingspretty
Notwantingtoleave,despitefeelingsomepity
Oncefeelingquiteluckynowsomethingwasmissing
Findingpleasureinsmallthings,sometimeswishing
Thoughfeelingsofguiltmadeherthinkshewaswrong
Shefoundloveinside,whichmadeherfeelstrong.
Throughmomentsofhatesomethingspecialshe'dfind
Runningtowardherfuture,withpeaceinhermind
Thanks is not a word used enough
Not a thanks to your mother for being with you during those hard days
Not a thanks to your relationship with others, and how they will be with you through the moon and back
Try to send others the love they have given us
It could be apologizing if you have done something unfair
Being the nicest you can be
Now we don’t even realize how many people suffer
How many silent cries that are hidden behind the wings of even the kindest angel
Some days these people can even cut into people’s confidence, so deep not even anything can fix it or comfort it.
Melissa Alvim Branco 31
alone and Guilty
Mesmerized by the mother and daughter relationship
Knowing mine is Wrecked
Remembering is Excruciating , I just want to stand there and sit in my Pity Abandoned trying to stay hidden in Silence
I wish my parents would notice me missing,
I wish they would go Berserk over me like other parents
Looking serious and concerned Kyndall Harris 31
Weight
Words
Wordsleave cuts so deep theyleaveahole
Untilyou iron the wrinkles outofyourselftobelikeothers
Thenyou abandoned and beaten bythe hate ofothers
Eventuallythe pity and guilty facessetin
And suddenly company would bea pleasure
Until you have todoyourselfa favor
Eventhoughyour spent and completelywrecked
Youhavetodoyourselfa favor
Andbe grateful forallyouhave
Andpickyourselfup
Suchaluckygirltheysay
Shegazesintoablindingreality
She'ssoperkyandpolite
butinsidesheisallshadowsandandsorrow
Onlywhenshedances Shefeelsasifshe
Disappearsintothebreeze
Thebeatsbeingherguide
Nowsheisfacingasilverworld,orisitgrey?
Shetriesnottostumblethroughthedisapproval
Butafeelingwashesoverher
Afeelingofbeingsounlucky
Sheisknownforbeingaluckygirl
Luckycloversdecoratethetall,softgrass
Brightbugswadealongbigflowers
Thelightbreezeofairkissesabud,itsrootsgoingdeepintotheground
Atall,redmaplehasbranchesthattwistandturn
Aswinghangsfromthestiffbranches
Aperkyyounggirlsitsthere,readingabookaboutafearlesshero
Sheopensherlunchbox,eatingbreadandhoney
Shesmilesupattheblindinglightofthesun
Shesatagainstthetreetrunk
Shewasatpeace
AswedancedIturnedtodifferentshades.
Timetoplay.AsIturnaround,Iswing.
Sweetandsmoothashoney.
Ihaveavaguememoryofyou.
IrememberwonderingifI’llbefine. Areyoukidding?
Theplacementofme,belowthelow.
IthinkabouthowluckyIam,butyettreatedsobadly.
Palindromesracethroughmymind.Icalmdown.
InmymindIgrabbedasuitcaseandyoukissedmegoodbye. Mymindclears. Isitluckyorunlucky? 66falsereasonswhyI’llbefine.
Iamkindandcaring
Iwonderhowtheworldwillchangeintenyears
Hearingchatterandlaughterfillingthehallways
Iwantworldpeace
IpretendthatIambraveinhardsituations
Ifeelhappywhenmyfriendsandfamilyarehappy ItouchmyheartwhenIpledgeallegianceeach Morning
Iworryaboutallthe“whatifs”
Andcrywhensomeonehurtsmyfeelings
Ifpeoplearehavingaroughday
Isaywordsofencouragement likeI’llalwaysbethere
Idreamofacancer-freeworld
ItrytobethebestpersonIcanbe Andgreeteachnewdayasa possibilitytoshineandgrow
AsI’mguidedbymyteachers, friends,FamilyandGod
IamBrave
Iwonderhowdeep istheMarianaTrench Ihearcharmsjinglingamong ThetreesandflowersthatIsee Iwanttobemorepeaceful,likethem Ipretendwordsdon’thurtsometimes Whichmakesmefeeltired Itouchmycat’sfurryhead
AsIworrythatIwon’tsucceed IcrywhenIcan’texplainhowIfeel ButIambrave Iunderstandpeople’sstress Isay“I’mBatman” Idreamoftravelingtheworld
AsItrytobepatientandlearn IamBrave
Iwonderwhatisnextinlife
Ihearkidslaughing
AndIseethefuture Iwantgoodgrades IpretendthatIamfunny
BecausesometimesIfeellike Idon’tbelong
Itouchmydog’sfluffyhair
AsIworryaboutgrades IcrywhenI’msad
Butunderstandthatothersstruggletoo
SoIsay“Bye,Iloveyou”wheneverIleave
AsIdreamtobeastar
Itrytolistenbecause Iamhonestandcaring
Julia Trunfio 29
Iwonderabouttheworldaroundme Ihearothers’opinions AndIchoosetoseethegoodinpeople Iwantpeopletounderstandme
SoIpretendtobeconfident Ifeelforothers Itouchmydogwithagentlehand
BecauseIworryabouteverything IcrywhenI’mangry Iamlovingandsmart
SoIunderstandpeopleeasily Isaymyopinions
AsIdreamoften Itrytobethebestversionofmyself Iamlovingandsmart
Kate Ganley 29
I built my worth out of numbers, threading test scores like beads on a string— not bright enough to blind, but maybe bright enough to turn their heads.
There were always others louder, others faster, others who caught the sun without even trying.
I chased what I could— small glimmers, small nods, a scrap of pride if the paper came back clean enough. I stacked my quiet victories, careful and trembling, laying them out like offerings at their feet.
Sometimes they smiled. Sometimes they clapped— but only when the world was looking.
Most days,
I stayed busy, stringing more beads onto the same worn thread, hoping if I made it long enough, it might finally reach them.
Shewilldowhateveryouask, Smile,laugh,orcryshewillcompletethetask. Althoughitmayhurtsometimestoconstantly tosmileorsneer,
Itisthepathshechoseforacareer.
Shethinksofthetwohundreddifferentroles shehasbeen, Andstillcan’tfigureoutwhereshefitsin. Hermoneydrainedandhersmilefaded, Shehastoputonashowthatgetstoprated.
Outsideofhershowsdopeopleknowhowshe feels,
Ordotheythinkit'sallfortheawardedseals?
Asthemillionthtearrollsdownherface, Shewondershowdifferentthisonewilltaste.
Willitbesaltyoraconsiderablefeat,
Willthisonefinallybesweet?
Butlikealwaysittastesthesame,
Andshefinishesanothershowyetnotanother ounceoffame.
Shewondershowlongshecankeeponthe mask,
Howmuchmorecantheypossiblyask?
She'sbeenhereandthere, Butbacktoherhomeshewouldnotdare. It'sdarkandsmallandoldly. Butworstofall,it'slonely.
Monica Feeney ‘’27
Irememberwhenithitme.
WhenIrealizedeverysecondwithmydadwasnowprecious. Itdidn’tdawnonmeforawhile. It’snormalforayoungchildtoignorefeelingstheyfindconfusing. ButIamnotachildanymore.Ican’tignorethesefeelings. Icannolongerpushthemtotheside.IrealizedIhadgrievedhimlongbeforeI couldacceptthathemaynotmakeitmuchfurtherthanmyhighschoolgraduation. Hemadeapromisetomethathewouldatleastmakeituntilthen.Idon’tknow whatIwoulddowithoutthatpromise.IthinkIwouldbeinalotworsestatethanI amnow.
Buteverysecondwithmydadisapreciousmemory. Wemayfightoverstupidthings,butwithouthimIdoubtIwouldevenbehalfthe personIam.
I’vealwaysbeenastereotypical“Daddy’sGirl”.Thefirst18monthsofmylife,itwas justusagainsttheworld.Mymotherworked,sodadstayedhome.Afterthat,they kindofswitchedoff.
Momwouldworkfromhome,anddadwasawayontour. HeplayedawarpedtourtheyearIwasborn,whichishonestlyreallycool. Butforawhile,Iwouldseemydadlessandlessastoursgotlongerandlonger.Even before2012,Icherishedthetimewithmyfather.Andthenhegotsick.Ididn’tknow howtohandleit.Iwasn’tallowedtoevengonearmydadforaroundaweek.He caughtareallybadillnessthatthenledtoamuchworseone.Thenithitme.My fatherwasnotimmortal.MyfatherwasnotthishugepillarofmarblethatIhad paintedhimtobe.Hewassick.Andinaway,Iwasnowsicktoo.Consumedbya horrible,seeminglyperpetualsadness.Iwouldhavenightmaresabouthisfuneral. Seeingmydadpasswasoneofmybiggestfears.IbecamesoscaredthatIwould randomlycryjustthinkingaboutit.Imournedhim.Andhestillisn’tdead.Today whenIgethome,IwillhughimtightasIalwaysdo.I’llsmelltheLuckyBoyhairgel andNauticaVoyagecologne,andI’llbehappy. Thatsmellwon’teverleavemyhead. Irememberhowitfeelstobenearsomeonewhosetimeisfleeting,andtomake everymomentprecious.
Gwen Miller
‘27
If,inyoureyes,Iamthesun, Thenyoumustbethemoon. Shininglikesilverinthenightsky, Solitarybutnotalone.
Actingasafaintmystery, Changingyourselfeachandeveryday. Andsometimes,ifI’mlucky,
Afleetingmemoryofyouappearsduringmytime.
Notasbeloved,butyouarestillneeded, Castingapaththroughthedeepestdark. Thoughyouarethoughtofasmyshadow, Ithinkyouareofequalvalue.
ElegantiswaysIcouldneverbe, Aluminousillusioncomparedtomyblindinglight, ItwouldberemisstosayIwasnotashadowofthee. Still,wearecomplimentsofoneanother.
Wouldthemoonshineasbrightwithoutthesun?
Megan Sully 27
ShouldIcompareyoutothesun?
Gleamingwithradiantlight. Sobrightandsobeautiful
Thatifoneweretolookatyou, Yourimagewouldbeburnedintotheireyes. Yougivelifewithyourhoneyedrays,
Butatthesametime,youscorchtheearthwithyourheat. Yetstill,Imustrelyonyou
Fornooneelsewillprovidemewithwarmth.
EvenifIcanonlyfeelthefaintmemoryofyourrays, Thatwouldbeenough.
Ifyouarethesun,thenImustbeasunflower. Hopelesstofollowanyonebutyou.
Staringatyoufromafar.
Bearingyourimagedespiteourdifferences.
But,onemustwonder, Doesasunflowerenvythesun?
HewakesupinhisBrooklynstudioapartment Andisreadyforhisday'sembarkment.
Althoughpeopleraveandclaimthathisartisdivine, Onecanarguethatsellingasinglesquigglefor10millionisacrime.
TheModernArtistcertainlyhasnocare, Forhemostdefinitelyhasenoughmoneytoshare.
Flyingprivateonlyforwhathecallshis“vocation” Isallreallyjustonebigfabrication.
Hehasnevergonetoartschool,eventhoughheclaimsso,
Butwhywouldhecarewhentheoutcomeisfame-that'slow.
Theartistisallbutfivefootfour,alittleman,
AndwhenstoppedinthestreetsofSohohewouldneversignforafan. Theartistgoestocharityeventsallaroundthecity,posingforthepaparazzi. Whenheisonlytheretojudgetheothersasentertainmentforhisposhacquaintances, apparently.
Hegoeshomeandcanfinallytakedownthefacade
Fornow,noonecanseehe’sgenuinelyjustanuttermiddle-agedfraud.
Nothavinganyartexperienceatall,orthelittlestbackground,
Butwhyshouldhecareifnoone’saround?
Climbingbackintobed,hesighedwithhisonlycompanion,afurryfriend.
Readyfortomorrowwhentaskedwithdrawingyetanotherlineandsellingitforamillion again.
Heseemstoenjoywhathedoesthoroughly,butattheendoftheday, Theartistjustfeelsgloomyandgray.
Themoneyandthefamehaveprovennottobeworthit, Butwhenyoudigaholesodeepforyourself,you’reboundtoeventuallytakeabighit.
Shelby McGowan 27
Whatisaman?
Whatmakesuspeople?
Whatmakesaperson?
Isitthefactthewebreathe, Eat,andsleep?
Butbythatcase, Anyanimalcouldbe. Isitourintelligence?
Aone-in-millionchancebestowedonusbyluck?
Ifthatistrue,thenisourpersonhoodbasedonagood-roll?
Awinintheevolutionarylottery?
Whatifwefailedthatchance?
Wouldweevenknowwhatapersonis?
Isitourfeelings,personalityandloveforoneanother?
Then,whatseparatesnaturalfeelingsfromthosemanufactured?
Whatarethequalificationsforhavingapersonality?
Arethoseofuswhostarvethemselvesfromthoughtandlovestillpeopleinthat case?
Oraretheyjusthuman-shaped?
Whatmakesusmen?
Whatmakesmereal?
WhatamI?
Megan Sully ‘27
Livingiseasywitheyesclosed Misunderstandingallyousee It'sgettinghardtobesomeone,butitallworksout Itdoesn'tmattermuchtome
“StrawberryFieldsForever”
Mybrotherspackedtheirbags,thinkthey’rehotshotsnow,
Mybrotherspackedtheirbags,thinkthey’rehotshotsnow.
Offtocollegeparties,butI’mstuckhere,ohwow!
They’reofftofindtheirfortunes,getadegreeortwo, They’reofftofindtheirfortunes,getadegreeortwo
ButI’llbetheoneeatingalltheirleftoverfood.
Withtheirdormroomtricks,Ican’twaittohear,
Allthewildcollegetalesthey’llbringbackfromtheyear
SoI’llsingthesesillyblues,withagrinonmyface,
“CauseinayearortwoI’llbeintheirplace.
Paityn Kehoe 26
Alexis Burke 28
Youknowwe'vegottofindaway
hearmyplea
We’reallthesame,can’tyousee?
Allwe’reaskin'isforpeacetoreign
Nomorebattles,nomorepain
Justalittlebitoflove,comeonandstay
Giveusafuture,takethepastaway
It’snotaboutthepowerorthefame,
It’saboutthehearts,notthegame.
Toomanyvoicesshoutandscream,
Butwe’realljustchasingthesamedreams.
Solet’sstandtogether,nomoredivide
Love’stheanswer,puthateaside
Revolution,evolution, allthewaystomakeitright
Hearmyplea
We’reallthesame,can’tyousee?
Allwe’reaskin'isforpeacetoreign
Nomorebattles,nomorepain
Justalittlebitoflove,comeonandstay
Giveusafuture,takethepastaway
There’savoiceinside,it'scallingloud,
Wedon’tneedtofight,wedon’tneedthecrowd.
Justalittlebitofkindness,that'sallweneed, Fromeachsoul,lettheheartsbleed.
Sotakeyourgunsandputthemdown,
Let’sbuildaworldthatwearsacrown
Ofpeaceandlove,notwarandhate
Togetherwecanchangeourfate
We’reaskin'isforpeacetoreign
Nomorebattles,nomorepain
Justalittlebitoflove,comeonandstay
Giveusafuture,takethepastaway
Theylockthedoorsandholdthekeys
Wewannabreakout,wewannabefree
Wewannaliveourlives,sopleaseletusbefree
We’rethefuturewe’rethelight
We’renotprisonerswe’renotconfined
I’mwaitingforschooltobeoversoIcanbefree
Iftheywon’tletusout,thefuturewon’tbebright
We’llstandtogetherandtakeourstand
We’vegotplacestogo
Letusoutlet’sfindsometime
Thebellsringoutloudbutit’sjustatease
Wewillbedemandingourfreedomwhileholdinghands
Letusoutandhaveourtime
we’restuckinherewithnorelease
we’vegotvoices,weshouldhaveasay
wearegonnashoutandsway
Wewannabreakout,wewannabefree
Wewannaliveourlives,sopleaseletusbefree
Wewannabreakout,wewannabefree
Wewannaliveourlives,sopleaseletusbefree
We’renotprisonerswe’renotconfined
Letusbefree;let’sfindsometime
Hearourvoiceshearourplea
I’mwaitingforthedayIcanbefree
Unlockingmycardoorsetmefree
We’renotprisonerstobeconfined
Letthecrashingwavesonthesandrepeatatmyfeet.
Lettheseagullsswarmaboveandflysohigh.
Letthehotsungleamdownonmytanskin.
Letthefun,games,laughter,sandcastles,andfamilybegin.
Lettheseashellsfillmytin.
Letthememoriesofmyyoungeryearsrushin.
Letthesmelloftheseaairheightenmysenses.
Letthelostlovedonesberememberedonthebenches.
Letthefootprintsonthesandremain, Aplacetothinkofyouuntilwe meetagain.
Once, there was a way
To get back homeward
Once, there was a way
To get back home
Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby
“Golden Slumbers”
Blossomsgentlyfall,
Springtimewhispersinthebreeze
Newlifestartstobloom
Youask,“Whatcomesafterthis?”
Theansweristhesilence
Summer’sgoldensun,
Dragonfliesdanceonwarmbreeze
Whispersoffrostcome.
Youreachforthelightagain
Itslips,andthenightishere
Frostclingstomyskin
Windcutslikeanoldwhisper
Theworldstandsinpause
Youblink,theicecracksbeneath Ismile,andthenit’sgone
Leavesswirlinthebreeze
Orangeandgoldkisstheearth
Autumn’squietsong
Crispairbringsasharpscent
Youblink,andit'swinternow
Springwhisperstolife
Summer’swarmthfuelsthegreenbloom
Autumnleavesdriftdown
Winterspeaksinfrozenbreath
Eachseasonholdswhatweforget
WinterBeachSonnet
Silentandcold,perfectlycooledsand
Thebeachinthewinterlivingsostill
Itstandssosolusitcouldappearbland
Youseemsoaloneyoualmostfeelill
Yetyouentertainthissolitudechill
Youhavethecompanyofthecoolbreeze
Thisfreedomremindsyouofyourownwill
Withnothingelsemovingyouareatease
Nothingbothersnotevenanykindoffreeze singleonthefootprintlesssandyouare freetodoanythingwithinthedegrees thenfiguresappearanditisbizarre
Youthinkofpeoplehereinthesummer andthelonelinessisnowabummer
Flowingthroughalllife forces
Ifillemptiness
Alwaysencompassingmass
Powerfulenoughtoflame
Airfuelsmyflame
Thereisnooneelsetoblame
Iburnredhot
Despitemystrengththereis
One
Whoalwaysruinsmyfun
Fireextinguished
Water’sgustpowersover
Thecoolwavesroaron
Wrappingtheearthin currents
Anddropsfromcloudsinthe Sky
Watercoversme
Mountainsrisefromunderground
Usedformanythings
Hometoallbutlovedbynone
Containsallotherforces
Fourpartstothisworld
Theyallworkinharmony
Thoughallopposites
Allinteracttocreate
Thisgorgeouslifeweendure
Wind,thoughcoldanddry,bringslifetothetrees.
Deceived,myeyesbelievethistobeso
Butmyheartdoesknowtheliesofthebreeze.
Forsoontheleaveswillbrownandtheywillgo
Downtotheearth,withthewormsandthesoil,
Watchingtheleavessway,fromleftthentoright,
Theyslowlydescend,theirfinalrecoil,
Makingtheirwaytorest.Thenallthemight
Musteredbywind,knocksmoreleavestotheirend.
Thoughthistimemoreharsh,theyfindthesamerest
Withfamiliarwormsandsoil,theybefriend
Intheearthwithleavesfromtrees,easttowest.
Againitseemsmyeyeshavebeendeceived
Andtoo,myheart,thetreesaren’twhoIgrieve.
Thewaterherehasasoul.
Aheartthatbeats,holds arhythmthatbrings lifeeverlasting.
Shinywaterpumps throughveinsunderfoot.
Thegroundissoft, thegrasssogreen, itslightlysparklesinthesun. Thisplaceissacred, almostclean ‘til leatherbootsandrubbertires scrapeandtear mossfromstone.
Arushingstreamturnsto trickle, groundisbroken, treesaredowned, thewater’slostitssheen.
Dimandeerie,insilence,it dries ‘tilthere’snothingleftto take.
Natalie Ioannidi ‘25
Thetiredtownnowbuiltatop thelivingsprings sinksintotheground. Dragsitselfdown toaliferenewed.
Darkandsoft,thedeepestsoil’s stilldampwithshinywater. Itseepsinto theruinedwalls.
Aleakissprung, thehospitalrinsed ofsinandsoldier’sblood; nowashiny,newfacade.
Pilgrimsseekthemythicwater, gulpwithgreedymouths.
Clearandcoldandslightlysweet, itparchesthosewhosip.
Thewaterspillsfromhandsand lips, dripsontoconcrete.
Arhythmicthumpingcanbe heard, thewatergleamsagain.
OdaaunDucha
Elaguacaesuaveyclaro,Despiertamipiel.
Elvaporescomounanube,Mientrasclarami pensamiento.Lasgotasdeaguabailanpormicuerpo, Yeljabónlolimpia.Desenrollandodelatensión,
Unaduchaeslamejorpartedemidía.Aguareanimaa mí,
Mialmareinventaelmismo.
Rosa Morroney 25
OdaDeMisTenis
Elmovementoyoatomiscordones
Representaelprincipiodeunnuevodía Pasandodebuenhumor
Comoelsolbrillanteenundíasoleado
Aúneneldíalluviosomisteniscantanencadapaso
Laestabilidaddemivida
Comienzaconlacomodidadquemistenisme proporcionan
ElconstantedemividaMistenissiempreesperanparamí Emocionadosirenalgunasaventuresnuevas
Gianna Cacciutti 25
“EstoyOrgullosadeserdePhilly”
Estoydeequiposdedeportesporqueellosganan.
Estoyorgullosadenuestracomida.
Estoyorgullosadelaactituddelaspersonas.
EstoyorgullosadeJasonKelceporquees divertido.
Caitlin McFadden ‘25