The Third Day of Silence
By Noah Timothy Walsh (’23) Dear Universe,Or Earth for those who do not believe Let us be grateful for these moments. Give us the strength...
Oh Incubator!
By Noah T. Walsh (‘23) When hands hold knees and chin to chest, There is enough room for a book, a candle, and a flog — a little...
When The Yolk Broke
By Noah Timothy Walsh (‘23) Bent broad shouldersBefore the sunriseOne Bare foot on a wet putty knifeHead wrapped in legal pad strifeAll at the same...
An Embrace for The Lonely
By Noah T. Walsh (‘23) Loneliness is the neighborhood catEverywhere and nowhere Unafraid and unapologeticDoes not discriminateAge, identity, or stature Scratching at feetScampering through cracksStrutting...
The Chauffeur
By Noah Timothy Walsh (‘23) Sighing along the cobblestone bricks, the streetlamps bow humbly. Her plaid skirt and slick peacoat appear somber from a distance — a...
