Poetry: Choir

Poetry: Choir

Choir

when we sing that glorious chord, 

we are flashlights


that flicker on

one-by-one, 

then fifty-by-fifty, 

until we all beam 


a quivering 

              yellow-white ray 

onto the sleeping children and 

        the shiny-eyed parents,

revealing 

broken bodies and splintered minds,

our precious light diving 


into the purple-red pool of

cuts and bruises, and bringing up 

drowning boys and women, sputtering and gulping


into the merry, dancing air,

        until our fragile light

flutters 

out of existence.



End of Senior Year Thoughts

End of Senior Year Thoughts

Album of the Month: Overgrown by Ivy Sole

Album of the Month: Overgrown by Ivy Sole