A collection of creative work by the Syracuse University Honors community
By Nina Piazza
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 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 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 Emily Kelleher
How leaving home made me feel the weight of where I came from.
By Daisy Leepson
By Bettina Harvey
By Andrew Crane
The point is I don’t remember.
By Sara Shaygan
Every time I call, You answer.
By Jenae Richardson
Here I stand wondering where my St. Thomas has gone.
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