Bumblebee

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Memories of my Father During this Summer

And if I speak of Paradise, I’m speaking of my Father who taught me to explore life. Now, I look at his message of Good...

Marching to the Beat of a Roach Infestation

The pacification of oneself amongst the roaches, That accompany the ash,Hasten across the pavement,Litter the once freshly paved cobblestone,As one paints a portrait.The painter, myself,Shaken...

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...

What Shaped My Belief

By Doris Padron-Murga (’25) I looked down at the cold, hard ground and spent a long time staring at my grandmother’s headstone. The gloomy raindrops...

Suspension

By Virginia Richard (’24) It was three days until finals. Our school had been overcrowded for years. The only high school in Framingham, MA depended...

Too Perfect Grave

By Sydney Bailen (’24) My knees sunk into the dirt, staining and ripping my black tights. I barely felt the little pebbles digging into my...

Cat!

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