Category: Variety

hey, it’s me, open up

He felt like a small bag of Gushers,

partly opened, stepped on,

goo flowing from the sides

Some got stuck on your sole

You turned the knob

Although the door felt your knock,

it looked through you

and remained closed

when you ran down the steps,

rain pouring from your eyes

I promise you

that door still remembers

your touch

His body is folding

unto itself like an origami piece

because he is nervous

with hands under his thighs

He is fragile paper you opened,

but he turned out to be blank

and indecisive

When you get past

thinking that perhaps

there’s a chance

to write on him

something of your own,

the realization will come

that it was not writer’s block

but his own weightless words

wandering off the page

that kept him lost and empty

You’re scared he will

keep opening your heart,

ripping and mending it,

week in,

week out

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St. Olaf Sentiments (11/09/17)

As the first two snowfalls of this school year have already shown, winter is in the air. For some, the thought of winter fills them with dread as they remember the harsh winds, sub-zero temperatures and slippery sidewalks. However, there is a wonderful part of winter that is sometimes forgotten. With winter comes the Christmas season.

While no two people celebrate Christmas in the exact same way and not everybody celebrates Christmas at all, Christmas is a serious holiday at St. Olaf College. Being a Lutheran college, St. Olaf proudly and successfully celebrates Christmas.  

I have always loved the Christmas season, not for the presents, but for the celebrations and coming-together of people. Here at St. Olaf, thousands of students and faculty join together to celebrate this season. Each person brings their own experiences and traditions to make this holiday season an inviting place for all. In this way, Christmas does not need to be strictly religious, but can simply be a time of merriment and warmth. 

Coming to campus last year, I was very skeptical of how the college would celebrate Christmas. Not wanting to budge from my home tradition of watching sappy Hallmark Christmas movies and baking way too many cookies, I was nervous that Christmas would be ruined. However, St. Olaf College only made Christmas better. 

First of all, St. Olaf has the best Christmas decorations. Not only does Buntrock get decked out with Christmas trees and holiday decorations, but every building on campus receives a holiday make-over. Residence halls are bedecked with handmade snowflakes and decorated, and doors and buildings receive ornamented trees. Outside, each lamp post is adorned with a festive bow, and the large pots which once held flowers are filled with holly and evergreen branches.

Besides decorations, St. Olaf also hosts its famous Christmas Fest. With four concerts, thousands of attendees, five choirs and an orchestra, there cannot be a better way to spread the holiday cheer and bring people together. The harmonious voices of the choirs sing of hope, wonder and happiness. After each concert, the audience leaves, amazed at how those five choirs were able to project such a beautiful message. 

Even students not in a musical ensemble can spread the holiday cheer by Christmas caroling or singing and listening to their favorite holiday music around campus. St. Olaf offers countless events to get everyone into the holiday spirit. There are holiday parties, Christmas caroling, cookie-decorating and countless more activities. The college even provides wrapping paper and tape for students to wrap gifts for their friends on campus. 

Furthermore, nothing says Christmas like beautiful, white snow. Lucky for us, St. Olaf should have plenty of snow by the time Christmas is in full-swing. The snow is perfect for sledding down Old Main hill and building snowmen. The softly falling snowflakes encourage students and staff to bundle in warm holiday sweaters and sip hot chocolate from the Cage while talking to friends old and new. 

Now I know some of you might think it is too early to think about Christmas, but for me, Christmas is a time to celebrate friends and family and forget about the cold. It is especially during this time that St. Olaf becomes my home away from home.

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please leave a message after the tone

The sidewalk misses your steps,

the window your sight

and the flower your smell

Before you turn,

You can talk to the pillow,

to the floor patterns,

to me

We will listen

I saw your ghost

and was reminded

of our mark

getting smaller

in the timeline

the finger lifts,

the button rises,

the birds chirp,

the sun rises,

the cars are moving,

but I feel left out

of the quotidian,

like I have been

frozen in a glacier mid-stride

while still in my best fake smile

at the office

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all you want is nikes

It was in the morning

of a spring night

under dim lights,

where I walked



laced with lust

and some disgust

I inhaled and coughed

as glitter entered my lungs

I tie together my favorite songs

with moments of us

We kissed under the green foliage

of the willow

and talked of dreams as if

we were unprepared to live them

We sat on the ground

sifting earth through our fingers

Did the spoon really ask us

to get a room

when you put it in my hand?

“It’s in our nature to be a mess”

Late at night the darkness


with my skeleton

and it drags you by the skin

Come cry on the carpet

It’s the only time

you are yourself

We both fall

to the bottom of the list

as old texts and inactive contacts

tend to do

Don’t read into my wide smile

on my next “hi”

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A Romantic’s Take on July 20, 1969

A girl in a cotton dress and cat eye glasses

sits cross legged on the floor,

a copy of Jane Eyre clutched across her chest. 

She’s staring at the moon

Through her grainy, rabbit eared television

and thinking of the trope in stories of lovers

torn apart from each other by fate

who look at the moon and find solace

knowing wherever their beloved is, 

they have the same moon to look up to.

She wonders if the families of the men 

On her screen have that same solace now.

Knowing that if they look up to the moon, 

Not only will they know their loved ones 

Will be looking at it too (between their feet),

The families will be gazing right at them, 

though their distance makes the men

smaller than specks of dust.

Her parents start when her book

Thumps on the floor, Her hands 

outstretched on the carpet behind her.

They ask if she’s ok, but she only nods,

Too embarrassed to say she suddenly felt

Like she had peering into the

Grand Canyon last summer,

As tiny and insignificant as a grain of sand

Next to the expanse of the ocean.

She lays in bed that night,

With moonlight casting shadows 

across her quilt and decides

That love stories would be much more tragic

If they took place among the stars.

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