FINALE Being diagnosed as advanced gastric cancer, his wife divorced him after their son died in a car crash traveling to the hospital. He read an email from veterinary telling him his dog passed away, starved to death, alone in the house. He went home, alone, buried his dog; Sat in his yard, and made his own coffin. Aaron Gong ‘19
CABLE BOX – GOLD KEY It's comforting to see emerald lights in the dark, with its rectangular indifference. A clock foretells, vibrant bars of muteness coddle stillness of shift; intuition of Chronos. And still, the walls are dyed in black, yielding to the stillness of the unwavering lines. Replacing age, I suppose, are the contemporaries. Middle-aged is the twilight, youthful is the three. Lost in a sea of tranquility, I relish in this spectacle. Absence of fluid guidance bring the appeasement of the sad and ignorant. Young is the light of green majesty, exhuming utmost skepticism of the emptiness of the ink void. Promptly is the erosion of such neon pleasure; fading, and then finally dying; coerced by the Sun. Cody Engle ‘19
OF A COLOUR IS HE Of a colour is he, of a colour of rose is he, with worm cheeks and soft skin, of a colour of lavender is he, with gentle touch and curled hair, of a colour of yellow is he with his smile like afternoon glow fading into a colour of orange. Of a colour is he with a green thumb and a lavender laughter. What a colour is he with grey eyes open to light and white pure soles of his feet, and when he touches me I can feel the colours of us mix and make a painting priceless of a friendship. What a colour is he. Of what a colour am I but really only a reflection of a colour of you, what a color is he. Sarah Robinson ‘20
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