Welcome to Labrys, your student-run art and literature collective of Smith College.

come to the river to
weep
such sorrows
of the
peacock in flight.
crandle the moon in
your arched
neck and
maybe then i will
feel the
heat
of new mexico's july
breeze. cover me
in fresh paint and turn off
the lights as you leave.
the city will dance with such
defeat
of the unforgiven gods.