Pesadilla Inmóvil

Eden Calle ‘25

My piece “Pesadilla Inmovil” makes the viewer feel compressed, trapped, as if you can’t escape. I achieved this look through Photoshop and manipulated the contrast to enhance the blue atmosphere. The clocks symbolize my personal experience when I was going through a period of depression, and it felt like time had stopped.

The Echo of the Eclipse

my forearms are numb, 

goosebumps shrill down my back, 

and the roar of the storm kisses matted fur. 

flurries of snow cascade to the mouth of the brook, 

and i sit beneath ashen trees, stripped of leaves, 

pondering when it will be my time to retire to death. 

the sun does not shine in this gray mist of unrest, 

fog clouding my eyes and melding my lips with spit. 

i sit at the periphery of the water, naked, 

damp soil embedded in my toenails, 

and i wrap dead flesh around lumps of skin, 

scrunching ankles to womb 

by the silhouette of the moon. 

the eclipse of winter has begun, 

and i am robbed of my coat. 

but i will press on, perched at this stream, 

shivering myself into heat and the inevitable torment 

of the wind, whipping my skin into leather. 

By the time spring comes, i will have new fur to grow, 

and the trees will wear green crescent wigs, 

casting a canopy over the brook under which the sun

giggles at its reflection.


Gabriella Escobar ‘26

This poem explores the vulnerability of what it means to succumb to nature. In the end, she will always win. It is up to you to endure its harsh embrace or die. The perspective is from a creature (human or animal) to resemble the raw instinct of being a part of nature.