From pen to paper: Submissions from student poets

Neurons work to gather serotonin,

scrambling like harvesters before the fall-

reaping through cynical brains to find

the birth of a bumbling child locked in a brutal prison

Summer is a dream unseen-

eclipsed like the moon under the sun,

within muted light demons laugh with lingering tongues

Strangers meeting in the street

stare only at the shadow

walking ahead of me,

telling lies and hiding golden greatness.

Shadow stretching tall over harvest,

thoughts and voice burn bridges like fascists.

Bite my alien tongue and tip toe one more day,

estranged further from my infancy.

— John Gumersell is a sophomore majoring in English.