noah powers

Spooky times at Octagon Hall

As the last inklings of sunlight faded away on Friday, Oct. 18, Octagon Hall came into view, its brick exterior reflecting nothing but the shadows of a cold nig...

Poem: An Early Elegy for Helm

Maybe if we had spent more time, noses buried between book pages, or more dollars on Java City, we wouldn’t be here now. And we know that it will get better...

To My Dear Old Western

With your precious pink cherry blossom blooms, Spring always looks ever so good on you. Caboni copycatting bow tie’d grooms Could never compare to your l...