We are the walls who have stood for one hundred years and we will stand for one hundred more at the discretion of God, the weather, and those who reside inside of us. We have stood regardless of the scurryings of rodents on our backs and the people who painted our faces anew.
CategoryCreative writing
You Closed My Chest and Opened Yours
I don’t know if you remember that first night you closed my chest and opened yours, but it was wet and dark.
He, Tanawat
The fields have been drained, and it is only a matter of time now until the fields can dry no more and are ready for harvest.
Wilderness Camp
On the first day of our last week at Camp Lookout, when the summer was coming to an end, and the nights were colder, and every time we sang “Way Up in Northern Michigan” we felt like crying, the counselors decided to do a joint survival expedition.
The Start: A Promotion for the Student-led “Dial M for Murder”
Curtain rises.
An empty stage with two microphones waits behind the proscenium. Two spotlights fade in on C. stage. MONROE and ACACIA enter from stage L. and R. respectively and take their places in each spotlight.
MONROE. (Adjusting the microphone so that it isn’t up so high.) Should we start with the show dates?
Long Island
On the train by the dim / Lit water blue / With white boats / Sloping in, the train / Too metallic and / Rusted for the soft / Evening, the light inside / Too green, reminiscent / Of death and / Cleaning supplies
What makes you HUMAN?
A film review about the documentary Human that shows people from all over the world. While looking into their eyes, you will hear about life, love and suffering. Their stories will introduce you to other worlds. They will make you think about your own.
Separate
I don’t usually assign much spiritual significance to death, but on the 8th of December, when two friends and I went to Potsdam to explore an abandoned cemetery, taking a picture felt wrong. In an effort to make something from the experience or somehow preserve it, I sat down and wrote this poem.