A collection of creative work by the Syracuse University Honors community
By Marissa Solomon
My Oma lives in New Hampshire sunsets.
By Julia Catalano
In three years, when we’re at Syracuse and forced to say goodbye again, the concerts will be canceled. But we don’t know this yet.
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.
By Kate Brennan
In six hours, this same sun will wash over balconies and iron tables for coffee cups, ashtrays, and croissant flakes to bake in its warmth.
By Shiharu Yamashita
We’ve had this conversation before—about Halsey Middle School, about how I’m not Korean—but really I wonder if she has any relatives and is lonely.
By Nina Piazza
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 Emily Kelleher
How leaving home made me feel the weight of where I came from.
By Daisy Leepson
The point is I don’t remember.
By Andrew Crane
By Bettina Harvey
By Sara Shaygan
Every time I call, You answer.
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