the warmth of the sun
its warmth like a hot shower
burns my back bright red
Hinterlands in Humanity, A Poem
Instead of azaleas and cherry blossoms’ magical fraicheur,
And the societal balm of sport-
Greeted in the soft spring light by Pandemic’s frosted darkness
Crumbs of Thoughts, A Poem
Heaviness of my thoughts contrasts the stillness of the world of mountains.
Read moreA Flame, A Poem
Unbreakable, indestructible.
Read moreWrite of Mourning, A Poem
The clocks mourn the loss, making the lost worthy of being a memory.
Read moreWeekly Haiku: Give Me
The start of a new series showcasing weekly haikus. Submissions welcome!
Read moreAlive, A Poem
I’m freeing my words for others and me to read, to hear, to judge, to see.
Read moreThe "Non-Marginalized" Black Woman, A Poem
When I open my phone and see the news, I always see something, something about the Black man and how he is being oppressed, but what about the Black woman?
Read moreTime Sits Beside Me, A Poem
Every time that I am with you, I can stop the hour and minute hand. To hold yours.
Read moreWeekly Haiku: Cut My Hair
The start of a new series showcasing weekly haikus. Submissions welcome!
Read moreYes, I Probably Peaked in High School; An Essay
There is something so powerful about feeling this free on the property of a place that was the focal point of our lives for four years.
Read moreShaking: A Weekly Haiku
The start of a new series showcasing weekly haikus. Submissions welcome!
Read moreAnd the Film Rolls, A Poem
The soundtrack blends horror and romance and tragedy.
Read moreWeekly Haiku: Roller Skates
The start of a new series showcasing weekly haikus. Submissions welcome!
Read moreWhat to Do on A Snow Day, or if Campus Shuts Down Again
Snow days: the greatest perk of having to deal with numb fingers and toes for multiple, consecutive months of the year.
Read morePieces of the Past, A Poem
I store my memories away in a box in my mind
Read moreRemembering Mamba: One Student's Perspective on the Late Icon
Between the legs, left to right. One dribble to create separation, but the defender anticipated it well. Head fake as a decoy. Right foot pivot behind, then immediately back. Fade away jumper. Shot clock, barbecue chicken. Kobe!
Read moreNameless, A Poem
When feelings do not have a name, what do they become?
Read moreCrossMore: Dec. 12, 2019
Print out this page and try your hand at Skidmore News’ first crossword! Answers will soon be posted on our Facebook.
Read more"The Fall of my Heart," A Poem
The Archer falls the moment, he releases the Arrow, the Arrow of Knowledge strikes at the center of my Heart.
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