Inkwell Spotlight: Who Are You Calling Old?

“Hey! Numbskull, yes you, a little more water if you please,” said a voice from behind me. “Shut up Lilly, you’ve got plenty for today. Now watch your tone or I’ll take away your fertilizer...

Inkwell Spotlight: Ink on the Brain

I got my first tattoo in Second Grade. Yes, It's permanent And made of ink. No needles were involved, though — Not even one stab of pain. It's not what you think. This tattoo is...

Denial

I smile because I bare no pain but I cry internally for those that do. I laugh endlessly because I lack any burden to prohibit my laughter. My life is nothing close to weary. If perfection existed, my...

Breadwinner

We live in a society of people who love to compete. Through sports teams, and social status, through job promotions and resume fillers, and even through what we look like and how others feel about us. Wanting...

Poetry Sends a Message

Is poetry enough to send a message, make a statement and cause change? Senior Meaghan Hamilton, Madeleine Tommins ‘18 and Madison Ortiz ‘20 believe so. As students enrolled in a Black Lives Matter course,...

Michigan

I’ve never been To Michigan But I think it would be nice   There are demons here And unknown fear And there it’s snow and ice   It’s the Great Lake State It’s a...

My Secret Garden

Wind wraps through the trees with a deathly moan Bright colors fade and wash into the earth With dust and dark and the crumbling stone   Leaving it all to enter the unknown Flowers wilting,...

The Bridge Between Reality and Fantasy

As the drawbridge lowered, I finally got a good look…at my virginity. I’ve never seen my virginity. We’ve never met in person, or maybe we had but I had no recollection. As the drawbridge lowered,...

The Metaphorical Man

His hands are heat, soothing and burning in the same instance. His eyes are jagged ice, sculpted into the face of an angel. His voice is salt, flavorful in a pinch, overpowering in a spoonful. His...