Counterpoint

by Sarahi Lopez

I can feel it staring at me. It’s standing by the far corner of the bed, hunched over. 

by Iris Zhan

So you came to college for certain reasons and you get there and it’s completely different from what you came here for.

TW: Kinda Gross

Dear hair clump owner, 

I received your gift. Despite removing my glasses upon entering, I was still able to make out your gracious offering to the shower gods.

by Jasmine Lunia

A life, derailed,

by winter's onset;

by Jasmine Lunia

I was October,

a shot of something unidentifiable

by Jasmine Lunia

Honey-coated lips

brush those coated with blood.

by Lequinn Pettway

How strange it is to walk into a museum

By Counterpoint Staff

A playlist as wild as 2020…

by Eleanor Dunne

Every Sunday, Juniper would go down to the church and get slaughtered.

by Perry Kemper

If I were a tree, I would bear fruit.

by Yitzel Serna

dear mr. weed,

i’m writing to send my apologies on your rather hasty removal from my garden this past saturday. 

by Eleanor Dunne

Every Sunday, Juniper would go down to the church and get slaughtered.

By Nafisa Rashid

A studying abroad experience with a language that does not want you.

By Suzanna Schofield

What happens to glass siblings?

by Anonymous

CW: descriptions of natural disaster

I’m from Southwest Florida, and you can bet anyone who lives in the Gulf Coast region has witnessed a hurricane. Though they are a fairly common occurrence, the effects can be devastating to the families in communities hit the hardest. No hurricane impacted my family as significantly as Hurricane Irma.

by Sara Clark ’22

I grew up in a world where George Bush could do no wrong. I remember celebrating his reelection on my fifth birthday, oblivious but excited because the right side had won. I spent his presidency dozing off on my living room couch after dinner, comforted by the familiar voice of Bill O’Reilly praising the leader of the free world.