I have many siblings
Eleven to be exact
Some are more important
Especially my younger brother
My older brother gets
A lot of attention
But after his birthday
The youngest is more important
They skip us / the middle children
My younger cousin
Whose birthday is the day
Gets more attention
Maybe it’s because
My birthday is always on
But I still hate my younger brother
by Kathleen Elizabeth Smith
Life is like a game of chess,
either black or white, one side or the other.
You sometimes win, and you sometimes lose.
But we learn in the process.
Just like in chess, there are many obstacles,
bumpy roads, ups and downs.
There is a beginning and there will be an end.
And sometimes, we finish with nothing.
Just like chess, in life, you start with people by your side.
Pawns begin to die, and it opens your eyes.
Now you are more careful,
and won’t make the same mistake again.
Then we gain confidence.
In life, you open up and start taking chances.
In chess, you risk more valuable pieces.
Then you lose someone important.
In distress, you hide, feeling safer.
In chess, you surround your king with your last pieces.
You become harder to reach.
No one can get through to you or your king.
You surround yourself with everything you have left.
Holding on as long as you can.
Until, someone breaks through, making everything worse.
In deep distress, you fight back, only to lose.
by Nick Nip
If yours was the last hand to hold before a grand fall,
I would understand if you let me go.
Ours was one of great ebb and flow,
in tidal waves of our greatest woe.
In the cave of slowly dwindling light,
one of us must get out alive.
Take the ember torch and go,
shadows creep past the receding glow.
When the final wave crashes against the jagged rock,
and the meager light goes out in smoke,
don’t look back in solemn regret,
on the very first day that we both met.
by Hugh Mac Niell ‘16