Chilly breeze in air Snowflakes clinging to my hair December is here
Posts published in “Literary”
December Haiku Contest: This is a Senryu
By LELAND XU on December 2018
Eating animals Is unethical. We should Eat humans instead
November Haiku Contest: Untitled
By EMILY HERMAN on November 2018
Deep below the sea Beauty is flowing freely Colors mottled art
November Haiku Contest: On Preparing For College
By ANDREANNA DOWNING ZHENG on November 2018
the most important field to fill when you apply? “no, do not send mail”
November Haiku Contest: Path of the Forest
By YOONSUH KIM on November 2018
Blight, Deep, Fierce Forest Shambling All About the Road There’s Somewhere to Rest
November Haiku Contest: Stress
By WYNNE WILLIAMS-CECI on November 2018
Junior year is here: APs, SATs, no sleep. Will June ever come?
November Haiku Contest: Fall in Ithaca Haiku
By ZACHARY FOLEY on November 2018
Fall in Ithaca Warm and cold are together Leaves fall from the trees
November Haiku Contest: Hayk-Coup
By JOSEPH YOON on November 2018
Hayk Shakhzadyan, confronted with injustice, will now overthrow
November Haiku Contest: The Return to the Womb “Theory”
By LELAND XU on November 2018
Thanatos, death drive Send me back into the womb Sigmund Freud was right
November Haiku Contest: Wolf
By KYESON BRADLEY on November 2018
Composure, decreased An old, dreamy wolf wallows above a flower.
November Haiku Contest: 200 (Ha) IQ
By REYNOLD GAO on November 2018
I am a rebel I don’t follow the rules Ha, that’s only six
November Haiku Contest: Untitled
By SANKOFA MCLAURIN on November 2018
I really want to win this It better be good I hope this poem wins this big
Fall Feelings
By ANNA ROSE O’BANNION on November 2018
Falling Leaves, pumpkins That is the smell all of fall cozy, hot cocoa
As The Sun Shines
By SANKOFA MCLAURIN on November 2018
Flurries of orange fall from branches brimming with green He likes how the red of her dress matches the red of the nearby trees Conversation…
Still Cows
By ZACHARY FOLEY on November 2018
Cows, stoic as they stand Watching over the green land When their presence on the grass Has come to pass The plants will grow long…
Lucid Dreams
By CHANCE FREELAND on November 2018
I’m airborne, lost but Able to hold the storm down But only tonight As tomorrow comes I awaken, and wish I slept For tomorrow…
The Ocean Lives but One Life
By ANNA WESTWIG on October 2018
On the chalky cliffs and midnight shores of the wild wind-whipped sea, her waves cresting like horses galloping through the plains, I weep a…
Fading Beauty
By Karimah Jones on October 2018
As the water dances to the night, The sun begins to close its eyes I take a final glimpse at the light As the moon…
What is Summer to You?
By ETHAN MERRYFIELD on September 2018
To me, a day of summer goes something like this: I wake up late, forgetting to eat breakfast almost all of the time. Well rested,…
Outdoor Showers
By ELEANOR RANDL on September 2018
Pull the silver valve towards you marked with a tiny H barely legible it’s been worn and leathered fingers repeating the same motions year…
Day to Day
By MISTINA NAGY on June 2018
He awakes His stomach quakes A seizure lurks Everything hurts He straps on his brace There’s a tremor in his face It’s Day to…
Goodbye
By CHARLOTTE LITTELL on June 2018
I was delirious and giddy, whirling about, bathed in the pink-yellow light of the parking lot. The cobalt sky hugged the horizon gently, lightening…
Last Month of School
By ZACHARY FOLEY on June 2018
School almost done Summer coming soon Time to have fun Now that it is June We have plenty of sun And can hear the…
May 18
By ZACHARY FOLEY on June 2018
Taking AP Test studied hard for it all year hope I do my best
I Am Me
By MISTINA NAGY on June 2018
A burning fire A heart’s desire A mind’s admired Can get you tired I am unknown I am alone Out of sight Out of…
Things
By ELEANOR RANDL on June 2018
What are all of these things we fill our houses with? Our drawers. Our cabinets. We are collectors of books and tablecloths. Poems and jewelry.…
The Breath of Old Age
By ISABEL RUBIN on June 2018
The breath of old age Now upon her cheek She whispers regrets When she thinks no one can hear The chances she wishes she had…