Author: andrewzhang

By Cole Oberg VI

Boom, waves scatter across the pool, cool surrounds the enthusiastic cannon ballers
A drum beat of rain descends from the dark cloud, loud wind whipping the dripping
  rain
Roaring from the showerhead, jets rushing, flushing the dirt away
Thundering, water from the cliff crashing, smashing the ground below
Psssshh, as the can pops, drops rush down my throat
Ahh

By Lukas Franken I

skeleton trees speckled with luminescent
leaves adorn the noir landscape of his
everyday travel through
the Adam’s graveyard:
something he was used to.
the soft white glow of swaying leaves
shining onto crumbling bark
only expanded his understanding
of the ghastly liveliness of the afterlife.
he liked the trees
they stood for something
deep roots that cemented their place
in common existence
which most people took for granted or
paid no mind

By Willem Santry II

In the winter,
on my way down the basement stairs,
I pass my fishing rod hanging bowed on the descending wall.
Tension reeled in tight and summer suspended,
I cast ahead.
Releasing invisible blue line, unspooling like bubbles,
I shoot the lure forward in the wind.
Arcing high, memory unfurls along a shining plane.
There is no splash on water.

By Raj Saha VI

Crunch, crunch, crunch
was all I could hear as my feet hit the ground scattered with leaves. 
When it felt like my heart would pump right out of my chest,
only the sweet smell of dew could put it to rest. 

Soon my legs became weary and my muscles felt tight, 
until my eyes started drifting to a bench sitting lonely in broad daylight. 
It stood so stubborn I could not contend,
for I knew my journey must come to an end.

My moist hands gripped the serrated surface of wood
and surrendered to the bench’s indignant stance,
as I hopelessly fell with a gasping breath.

While rays of sunlight seeped through gaps in the trees and tiny acorns
fell onto the leaves, it was the melodious
sound of songbirds which turned my brief respite into sleep. 

By Lukas Franken I

sleepy eyes and streaking grey skies
drifting through a ghost town
bolton like the singer
soulless carcasses
hovering over
creaky
floors
a plangent groan
echoes through the night
while grandfather’s clock strikes
grab your boots
grab your walkman
grab your pearls
hold your kids
the witching hour has
begun

By Krish Muniappan VI

We all know that scary feeling.
When our hearts speed up,
And our minds begin to 
Spiral. When a million 
Thoughts are running 
Through our heads 
Like scurrying ants.
When our faces 
Quickly heat up 
And adrenaline 
Is pumping. 
When our 
Breaths
Become
 Short

It’s nothing new but 
it’s definitely very old.
A reaction, or instinct
that has always been
there at our sides.

By Zach Heaton VI

New place seems so old,
like a combination of
every other one

Feel that sensation
that everything is watching,
me myself and I

Which reminds me, I’m
all alone and wondering
if I’ll soon adjust

Can it be that all
this madness coincides with
a god I'd always thought would have my back be here for me support me look out for me not mess things up for me

By Lukas Franken I

Neon entities
bright buzzing
spears of light from all over the spectrum
spill and stretch over the glistening
pool of liquid crystals
signs of green white red
and all in between shine
and strive to make their mark
among the fishes

Neon entities
bright buzzing
atoms of silly illuminating intention
bolden the skies of concrete and steel
casting shadows of sleepy-eyed
passersby below incessantly
worshipping boxes of gloomy incandescence
warming cold faces with
an ability to distill light to its frozen state
a click, a glimpse, then back
to life’s unmistakable monotony

By Cole Oberg VI

Flowers blooming in the warm, heavy air
Animals awakening and drawn to the activity
Rebirth is all around us
Mother birds minding their eggs, creating their own warmth
Nesting and protecting their most precious possession
Rebirth is all around us
The eggs hatch and new life is created
Innocent, helpless yet priceless
Rebirth is all around us
Journeying for food yet fearing the lost
Selfless love and attention given to each one
Rebirth is all around us
The birds grow stronger every day
Relying on their mothers for everything, including love
Rebirth is all around us
Then the day comes, time to grow up
Can they do it? Will they fly?
Rebirth is all around us
Push. Watch. Worry. Wait
How can she do this to her babies?
Tough Love