28 29 the gift to be ungiven Sukanya Ghosh ‘24 This piece was inspired by an IMSA event earlier this year which made me reflect on deeply ingrained pains that I’ve held throughout a portion of my life. I wrote this to hopefully allow others to connect to my experiences through an artistic literary piece. I gave my parents a gift wrapped in pink wrapping paper. for years it was treasured worth more than they could express they knew that they loved it, because it was silently perfect, if not else. for all these years of possession, they never considered if was there something more beneath. it was not curiosity that led them to open it, rather a blade of time waiting to be unsheathed. when they tore down the paper tugged at the seams they did not uncover the magic that once shone in their eyes. that once was the light of their life. for all practical purposes, that beam was extinguished in one night. you see, the present was peculiar in that it was bruised. the corners were rounded, the bow lay untamed, it reeked of nonconformity, it was to be shamed. but the return label is nowhere to be found what was said will be frowned upon. no, it can not be undone. perhaps if they took a step back, they would regain the light in their life who was just bartering for a life of joy, happiness, love, and acceptance. I, I am the present. poem writing instructions Kian Christian de Guzman ‘22 a combination of words create a poem words of your choice will create something new writing a poem is a wonder include in your poem glamour and make sure to party hard Have at it! Drunk Clouds Temi Ijisesan ‘22 raindrops collide with pavement blurring my vision your silhouette fading tears mingle with drunk cloud drip lost in rivers leading back to you I think fondly upon sunburned days always forgetting about storms bound to come
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