Words Without Songs
Poetry, short stories, and other literary works by Juilliard students.
A Cloud by Rion Wentworth
Her smoky hair still in my nostrils as I unzip the tent flap
Kneeling to wash in ice cold river water her sweet musk on my chest and thighs clings like dew to nettle leaves.
I decide not to wash and walk along the river. Rushing rapids slowly clear my ears of her whispers.
Cool dark water below the falls draws me in, cooling my skin like peppermint in the mouth water fills my ears
I float and see her drifting across the crisp blue sky.
Rion Wentworth is a fourth-year double bass student.
Blue Winter by Jonathan Lombardo
This is where my brother died. We are close to the border. The snow makes it hard to tell where Yards become the street, Where the streets go. We can always tell where the lake is Hugging the curve of earth. We stare through the ice, The window of a dog's paw print, or a crow's Lighting our path to the grave.
Jonathan Lombardo is a fourth-year trombone student.
Students interested in submitting works to this column should contact Ron Price in the Liberal Arts Department at ext. 368, or by email at (ronprice@juilliard.edu).
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