A poem by alum Rose McLarney (poetry, ’10) appears at Fogged Clarity:

There will be sweat at the back of your neck
seven months out of the year. That’s true,

that and an ugly history too. At least, in the South,
the Ice Age never quite passed through.

I can say that while glaciers scraped the North
clean, here there was only a little winter.

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