A collection of creative work by the Syracuse University Honors community
By Giovanna Veiga
“I miss you too,” I say to an empty room. But if I reach, out I can feel the scruff lining his jaw, the dip in his chin, the crease at the tip of his nose, all my favorite parts of him.
I run outside barefoot to see the Bradford pear tree that we planted ten years ago lying across the front yard, ripped apart by the wind.
By Sara Shaygan
Every time I call, You answer.
By Bettina Harvey
By Andrew Crane
The point is I don’t remember.
By Lilianna Smith
By Rachel Reeser
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