Sleepy Poem

Tired eyes and tired faces Walk along to tired places Early yet, we shuffle and sway It’s only the beginning of a boring day But moments ago, or so it seems We were all alone in dreams Weightlessness and breathy breaths Something close to bliss and death Each night we lay our heads to rest Or morning, noon, our eyes would suggest “A nap” we’d say, and lay bodies down “A nap” would end in yawns and frowns For when you let sleep creep in He’ll consume you from within Suddenly you’re paralyzed No alarm, sound, or push could revive …

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An Author in Adams

The Indy sat down with student author Briuana Green to talk about her new book, The Fall, and what’s going to happen next. By EMILY HALL If five years ago, you’d told Briuana Green ’18 that she’d be a published author before graduating college, she might not have believed you. But today, she’s exactly that. Originally from Arkansas, Briuana came to Harvard without any concrete plan of how she’d write a book, but she had known for a while that she wanted to eventually. What she didn’t realize was that during her sophomore year of college, her sister’s new high …

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This Time Next Year 

I will snap my driver’s license in two and try to forget  where it came from. I won’t smile in my next photo.  I will stop being palatable to the apparatus of the state   and adopt a new state to tell myself I’m safe   in this body. My hands are still sticky with honey   drawn in the shape of the Battle of San Jacinto  on a biscuit in 2005. I will wash them off   in the Rio Grande and leave my footprints   among the ancient snakes and fossils   and someone might remember I was never   supposed to be here in the first place.   This time next year I will head …

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This Time Last Year 

I wandered around a hospital parking lot blasting  that one Mountain Goats song on repeat  at 3:30 in the morning. This time last year   I chain smoked along the Charles  trying to suck out the thing that didn’t necessarily  claw at my insides but scratched   every now and again just to remind me   it was there. Sometimes I wake up coughing blood  and wonder what damage has been done  overnight. Sometimes I stain my sheets  and don’t remember how all this blood  got inside me in the first place. I wandered around  that hospital parking lot because  they said that something broke inside her blood,  and I figured I had extra she could …

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House Upon A Hill 

Winthrop opens anew as a leading example.   By HUNTER RICHARDS  Picture provided by Francesca Cornero  Following a year-long renovation as part of the River House Renewal Program, Winthrop House welcomed in its residents this August for move-in. Along with becoming more accessible for its residents, the house saw its common spaces revamped and innovative designing of its infrastructure. Students can find themselves lounging in the tunnels under the sky lighting from glass ceilings, or near the basement kitchen reminiscent of a small-city cafe, or on the polished-wood benches near the pool tables.  Photo provided by Francesca Cornero While students are …

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Arrival 

By JASPER FU    When the calm voice of the pilot clicks out over the intercom, it is always the same; whether delivered in lilting French or clipped German it is the voice of a man self-collected, professional, and bored. There is none of the anticipation that you the traveller feel at seeing the illuminated seatbelt sign flicker and dim – he will not, in all likelihood, be disembarking alongside you.   If he does, he leaves with the determined strides of Someone with Somewhere to Be in a Hurry, with Somewhere to Be currently Concourse C, Gate 37, O’Hare International Airport, a quarter mile of thronging masses …

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Little Legs  

By Abigail Koerner    The light flickers on to reveal the creatures hiding in the dark. Our outfit choices day-to-night; their visibility night and day. Hair curled and cheeks pink, we ladies venture outward and onward. With itty bitty steps, they take our places. Click and clack our heels march away.   “Oops, I forgot to turn off the light!” she exclaims.    She turns around and opens the door and shuts it off. They whisper among themselves. Crunching and bunching and climbing everywhere, they exit. They exit the expanse of drywall where a nest was made. They sniff and search and prey on …

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Dancing with Fire

Annie Opel ‘ 17, likes to play with fire. No, I’m not talking about lighting up matches just to watch them burn like a crazed pyromaniac. Nor am I talking about the metaphorical sense of that expression. She is a fire dancer, and she can literally light up a room (figuratively speaking, of course — or else that would be a fire hazard!) It all started during her gap year between high school and Harvard. For the second half of the year, Annie moved to St. Croix, one of the U.S. Virgin Islands, to intern for the Nature Conservancy. When …

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“By the way, it’s They/Them/Theirs”

By DARIUS JOHNSON Parentheses: “a word, clause, or sentence inserted as an afterthought into a passage that is grammatically complete without it” i looked at my body and asked it what it needed to be complete— and it sighed … a heavy ,wheezing  sigh… bereft of comfort and bereft of hope, a sigh like someone carrying too much. like an expectation… or a dick— or a dick that comes with expectations. a sigh like stuck, sigh sticky air thick with a masculinity i don’t understand – a voice not fond of deepness a hand too fond of softness it sighed …

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Valentines and Galentines

How students celebrated one another. By HUNTER RICHARDS Valentine’s Day means a lot of things to a lot of people, whether it means just another Tuesday or a chance to share affection with someone close to you. At Harvard, there were quite a few ways that people chose to do this but using different student organizations devoted to the arts or that offered different crafts seemed to be a favorite. Student groups like Speak Out Loud, Harvard’s only spoken word poetry group, created hand-crafted flip books of poems. Students were able to specify whether they would like a poem for …

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