


The Sifting
Will a reed return to grow upward bound
After the fervorous wind has ceased?
Or must, with its face bowed down to the ground, It stay bent to the master of whispers in peace?
Does a sun-blown kiss on the skin of your cheek
Strike a blush then cool to remove its trace
Or linger -- an invite to take a peek
At the secrets in constellations displayed?
For as it bends, the reed will overcome, With frailty strong 'gainst the wind of the storm. And the sun's affection, dreaded by some, Burns to leave those embracing you warm
Thus, then, like gold refined by the fire
To perfection, my soul will submit and inspire!
Ruth Elias ‘25

Livermore ‘25


Shruti Nair ‘25

Callum Bullers ‘26

Alexa Klein ‘24


Klein ‘24



Zara Allen ‘25

Line, and Pilchard
Abby Kim ‘24





















