Little Green Cabin at Tripp 

Goldie M. ('26), Contributing Writer

a plane ride, a car drive  and a walk through the woods  until we reach where the little green cabin stood   it paralleled the glimmering lake the windows reflected tall trees a plate on the carved table holding gingersnap cookies the soft smell of birch  and the warm heated air the taste of the ginger that stung my tongue bare   the cool dirt beneath m...


Mia B. ('26), Contributing Writer

The mountains were climbing towards the shaded sun.  The air was so clean  my throat felt sore.    The ice melted  its creamy velvet snow once blanketing the ground. It was hot in the daylight  but at dawn it would be chilling.   The fires were crackling  burning the reminiscence of fallen trees.  Hugging cold children crowding the fireplace. &nb...


Zoe K. ('26), Contributing Writer

I'm terrified All the time My eyes searching for Comfort in the crowd   A warm hug might be nice Someone to offer me the advice What to do when my life feels full What to say or when to have my mouth full   Full of lies No not lies   Perhaps smiles And kinds–   Of things to say What to say What to do I see you coming my way  &nb...

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