“November” – Kenneth Stewart
November Kenneth Stewart When branches crackle like puffed rice during my sister’s wedding, I’ll be thinking of the pony’s tail …
November Kenneth Stewart When branches crackle like puffed rice during my sister’s wedding, I’ll be thinking of the pony’s tail …
I remember seeing nothing at first, except for an oppressive darkness; a kind of binding absence that wrapped itself over …
I don’t care that you killed all the blue-finned tuna, pointing out that they shine like expensive tin foil and …
No stranger to car troubles, particularly this car’s trouble, Caroline reluctantly slid into the driver’s seat of the ’91 Honda …
We watch the friars forgetting if they had a brother back home, pictures of themselves fading in distant closets. What …
Lucinda knew she was a dependent, unstable woman when she ate Rocky Road ice cream, replayed the same pathetic Dean …
a poem by senior Gavin Cross: “Silence”