The Suite Life
Yale student radio (wybcx) is playing throughout the suite. I’m working on chemistry problems but when a song I don’t know is good enough to catch my attention, I add it to one of my gazillion Spotify playlists - God, I love the Internet.
One of our roommates, Sophy, is from California. She’s brilliant and friendly
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Categories:
dorm, community, friendship, student, teen,
Form: Free verse
The Buttery
Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was hilarious. Last Friday night Lisa and I were supposed to meet people at “the buttery” (a café in the dorm
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Categories:
dorm, 12th grade, autumn, culture,
Form: Free verse
Lisa
Lisa, a fellow freshman who lives in our neighbor suite, is a breathtaking beauty from New York - the kind of beauty that toppled ancient Greek empires - a sun-like beacon to the male sex. Anna (one of my four suitemates) gasped and said, “The gods walk among us.” The first time we saw her
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Categories:
dorm, crush, humor,
Form: Free verse
Stormy Skies
I finished moving into my residential college as a storm began
- fat raindrops, as big as coconuts, falling from a black and fouling sky.
These northerners were acting like a "tropical storm" (Henri) was a big deal.
“Surely New England gets storms?” I ask, from behind my mask.
“What about NOR_Easters?” I say, like a meteorologist.
“Those are different.”
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Categories:
dorm, autumn, environment, heaven, places,
Form: Free verse
Vacuum
Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch
Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...
leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are unable to know
that once intrigued us so.
Come then, let us quickly repent
of whatever truths we’d once determined to learn:
for whatever is left, we are unable to discern.
There’s nothing left of
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Categories:
dorm, education, extended metaphor, farewell,
Form: Free verse
When Your Baby Leaves Home
When your baby leaves home you are either overjoyed or sad.
I was overjoyed, until I could not reach her on her phone for days,
and then a week, and then ten days.
Her roommate said her stuff was there, but
“I never see her.”
I asked if she could tell whether or not she had been there
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Categories:
dorm, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Storm Did Form In Trump's Dorm
Storm Did Form In Trump's Dorm
We did see some storm,
Which soon had started to form,
That was in Trump's dorm.
Jim Horn
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Categories:
dorm, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Dorm Love
Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical,
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.
He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern white good ol' boy,
athletically studying Japanese,
with a gentle passion for young Japanese women.
Did his all things Japanese culture love
precede his Vietnam War experience,
or was this a response to West-East violence,
inviting
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Categories:
dorm, culture, gender, history, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
Dorm Room 2011
So what would you do
if you woke up one morning to
a sign on your dorm room door
saying in no uncertain terms this is for
warning you that the reek in the halls
has exceeded the tolerance levels
our policy calls for? C'mon y'all!
We know we accept brilliant devils
but we expect you to at least
bat your
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Categories:
dorm, education, family, people, school,
Form: Sonnet