September 2009
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Ben's Haiku Corner: Kent House
Ben Mason ‘11
Kent is back again. New paint erases stigma. Where are the assholes?
Water floods first floor. All the people leave their rooms. This is familiar.
Kent dorm is open. School girls please apply within. Free condoms inside.
Tour guides skip this place. Who really wants to see it? It’s a piece of shit.
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PlayPlace
Alissa Vecchio ‘13
Slipping into the hollow tube, I feel the immediate stick of sweat cling to my neckline. There’s a pause for a short breath and I’m off, snaking down a tunnel of red. Germs wiggle their way into my skin and onto my clothes; laughter reverberates around my skull until it’s long behind me and my body sweeps past in a ripple of static shock. It’s a one-way track, but I can’t...
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Bouquet
Doug Carter ‘12
95 north, where the interstate bends into a curve through Maryland, trees wait in uneven rows on the median. Once, a Korean crowd in black array gathered under an evergreen where each pair of hands placed a bouquet at the base of the trunk. Flowers? There were hundreds, but with regards to faces, thirty or more could be found on the interstate, wrapped in black crepe,...
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The Portable Steven Pashmina
Allison Novak
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Steven Pashmina always told the joke that he was the portable Steven Pashmina because he brought everything about him no matter where he went. He told this joke at dinner parties and get-togethers that were more and less formal; he told it to his Editor, to his friends, to his parents. It elicited a chuckle. Truth be told, it was a stupid joke. Really, you could say...
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Still
O.R. Bailey ‘07, M’09, Staff
How do paintings feel so strange and alive? Out-living their creators as they strive to survive. We – stare and wonder with hearts corrupt, Almost expecting a change with movements abrupt. Expecting smoke from a chimney, A foot out the door, Movement through a window, Or steps on the floor, A lonely house in the distance, Covered in rain as it softly...
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The Drug
Jessica Wilson ‘13
This thing called love is like a drug First it starts off slow Then your addiction begins to grow Anxiously wanting more
Surrounded by it 24/7 Feeling like you’re in heaven Sitting on could 9 Knowing everything is just fine
As your love is getting stronger Your mind is getting weaker Because you are memorized By the way it makes you feel
It takes you to that special...
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An Unappreciated Lost Delight
Christopher C. Reese ‘11
As a young boy growing up in Chestertown, Maryland, I became very familiar with the culture and of the people that live on the treasure known as the Eastern Shore. I had lived in Chestertown almost my entire life: I was born in Delaware but relocated shortly thereafter. I had never really known anything but a way of life on the magnificent Chester River, and...
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