by JESSICA WU
The wind bends the wheat in the fields like a river of gold under a bruised sky. I stand at the edge of the ridge, watching the horizon blur where the land folds into the clouds.
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Endlessly,
you wash the Earth clean in a
circle of life, a tireless guardian of the land.
Read Moreby VICTORIA WOO
Imagine a slim, tall woman with her hair slicked back and her navy blue pencil skirt perfectly hugging her legs. When she walks, her 3-inch heels clack and echo, and her very presence radiates like an ember. This, my friends, is the memory manager.
Read Moreby CHELSEA GUO
She liked to save objects: The marbles in her kindergarten teacher’s shelf of games. The pretty napkins her classmates’ fathers lovingly packed into lunch boxes. The flowers in her foster mom's garden.
Especially the flowers.
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by CHELSEA GUO
It was so pretty.
It flashed on that girl’s hair, Emily
at one of those holiday sleepovers
and I wanted her leftovers.
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Except sometimes I skip a
step now, scrambling towards the top because I know I’m almost there, and I want
success so badly, that those bloodshot eyes are wild with greed, and I don’t care if I can’t breathe.
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A collection of thoughts from some of our editors and writers in the senior class of 2024.
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In the dawn of the fall season, my family and I set our offspring free to nestle in the dirt. Our seeds slept in pine cones; the heat of a fire would allow the cones to dry out, open up, and release the seeds.
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I came back from the war a changed man / Many say that / And it’s not an uncommon story; I am not the only one.
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It is I,
who curses the wind as
it whisks away their leaves
to distant unknowns.
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I didn’t tell her my name because Mom told me not to tell them to strangers, but I did say I was lost.
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Politicians at a playground bounce like toddlers
on creaking seesaws, swing like children
on tire swings, laugh like babies
without a care in the world
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He twisted and weaved the boy’s fate until he was satisfied, then tied the string to the book and watched it fly off into the darkness.
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she desires freedom
from the ones she gave freedom to;
she dreams of bliss
but she is battered
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