The CHIEF May 2019

Student Poetry

A white butterfly Sits up slow moving its wings In a broken world

One that is broken Looks for healing everywhere Rather, self-healing

By Nathan Lockwood

By Joell Zavala

As the sun comes up The morning dew shines like glass The leaves start to move

Butterfly fly ‘way Take me with when I feel ‘lone In the darkness sky

By Matthew Morrison

By Carrie Vanwinkle

Ode – “Irregular Speech Intelligence”

You come with a stick while I come with a book, So don’t be surprised when I come with a hook, Back on the spear, let me guess what I took, Forth with the lecture, no numbers to dial Comfort the evil, I’m greater in vile Coming up short, no more luck, Now I’m the man of the house, let me spit like a duck

By Maxwell Washington