Category Archives: Week 1: Shell of the Cicada

First, About the lyrical moment: I was walking to Lane Hall on Thursday afternoon and saw an ice cream cone lying on the street elegantly.   An ice cream cone Lying on the street, unmelted Like a pale new born … Continue reading →

Thinking about Cicadas By Songwha Choi  When I was on my way home in cold weather, I realized that many trees in my garden already had lost their leaves.          Garden trees without leaves          Winter’s withered trees           With … Continue reading →

By Nina Watts I was standing out in the clump of trees behind Latin Way one night when I looked up at the sky.   Cold wind blows Bare tree branches sway Moon shines through the clouds   So far … Continue reading →

By Julia Russell In the late afternoon I opened the shade in my room in Lewis Hall, which faces off campus toward Davis Square, just in time to catch the last few moments of the sunset over Somerville. The sun’s … Continue reading →

Shawn Power   Nothing the week The idea of evanescence and form, or structure, in Japanese culture has been somewhat confusing for me. I guess the only way that I understand the concept is through the line, “In Japan, formality … Continue reading →

by Benjamin deButts I was reading on a bench near the prez lawn when there was a strong breeze.   Winter silence- A gust disturbs Moments later, gone     This past week in Japanese culture the focus was mostly … Continue reading →

By Laura Sabia Unable to sleep, I waited alone through the first hours of the morning in the guest bedroom of my friend’s house in New Jersey.   I lie awake- New day’s first light Breaks through my window We … Continue reading →

I had just left my house on Friday night when I turned onto Packard Ave and couldn’t tell if it was snowing or not until I saw the glow of a street lamp.   Snowflakes fall Illuminated by the lamp … Continue reading →

I wasn’t able to write a poem about an experience this week.     ___________             I had a surprisingly difficult time finding subject material for my brief poem this week. This is surprising because I don’t find the concept … Continue reading →