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A Day in My Dreams // Marisa Natoli & Watchful // Madeline Keating

A Day in My Dreams // Marisa Natoli

I may not want to be awake, but the best day begins before the sun has risen. The quiet darkness of early morning wraps her hands around my tired face, and the thought of coffee entices me out of bed.

Standing in the coffee shop, the windows are still black in the absence of the sun. The barista hands me my serotonin with a smile in her eyes, even in this early hour.

I drive along the coast; the sun is making her arrival on the east. Ahead of me, the West Maui mountains hold their arms up at me and wave, “over here!” Just as they are cascaded upon by a looming pink hue. To my right, waves roll onto the shoreline glimmering in a glassy tune.

In my yoga studio, I am welcomed by the swirling scent of palo santo and essential oils. The yoga teacher curls her hands around a morning mug and gives me a maternal smile. I set my mat down and gently begin rolling out my neck, my body yawns. I feel the stagnant energy from my stillness is sleep releasing from the grooves of my body.

I lay in my final resting pose, accidentally dreaming of my post-yoga river dip. But the gentle music reminds me of where I am, and the world outside the front doors is finding life once again. Tears well up in my eyes as the instructor softly drags her mallet along the edge of the crystal bows sending waves of a deep hum to caress my Savasana.

My practice comes to a close and I stand to gather my belongings, changing the pace of the morning. My car awaits me, collecting the heat of the festering day ahead. The steering wheel has become hot to the touch, but I wrap my hands around it and begin driving towards the valley. Ahead of me, the opening between the two mountains smiles. I think back to how many times I have done this drive, and yet I find more beauty each time I approach it. The colossal green mounds beside me bow down to my arrival.

I park my car and cross the road to the small opening in the shrubbery. Only a short distance down a steep hill to my favorite boulder in the stream. The trees shielding me from the stream open at last and I find the peace and quiet of solitude. I pull my clothes off my body and walk towards the gentle hum of the water. One toe in, then two, the water is cold but its blue and emerald glow allures me. Half my body becomes consumed by the brisk awakening, I embrace it with a deep breath and submerge. The power of its coursing pulls my hair away from my head and with one exhale, I imagine all that no longer serves me falling away with the stream. Coming up for air, I look up and feel nuzzled by the pulsing presence of earth herself. My hands reach up to the boulder stationed beside me and hoist myself up. My naked body lay flat on the smooth and warm surface. The sun caresses my face with gentle kisses and for a brief moment, it feels as though I am exactly where I want to be, and the world is simply quiet.

A Day in My Dreams // Marisa Natoli

Marisa Natoli is a junior from Maui, Hawaii, majoring in English. She is grateful for any opportunity she gets to share her creativity with others. Language arts has been a special part of her life. Although at times writing is a therapeutic internal unraveling, she truly enjoys creating work that feels ready to be shared with the world and hopes that her readers have a spiritual experience when reading her work.

Recorded by the Kiosk Editorial Staff

Watchful // Madeline Keating

Madeline Keating is a junior from Overland Park, KS, double majoring in history and studio art and minoring in English. At Morningside, she is on the Women’s Swim team and is the Visual Art Editor for the Kiosk.

Recorded by the Kiosk Editorial Staff
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Laughing in Color // Anna Uehling & The Wolf // Lex Wurth

Laughing in Color // Anna Uehling

Anna Uehling is a senior from Nicollet, MN, double majoring in Graphic Design and Marketing. At Morningside, she is involved in MSAA.


The Wolf // Lex Wurth

Born barefoot and bloody,

a wild wolf of a woman. 

Howling, 

bidding the moon  

to touch her. 

She hungers 

for the flesh of any man, 

who’s ever tried to tame

the beast out of a woman. 

For any man who’s  

beaten the mud out of 

their claws and 

braided their wild into  

pink ribbons. 

Her tongue waters  

for the marrow 

of men, who have 

tied down their bitches. 

Of men who have 

muzzled the howls 

of hungry women. 

She craves the salt 

of a sweaty brow 

cowering beneath her. 

She shows her teeth, 

clenched for every man 

who’s ever laid a finger on  

a wolf’s potential.

The Wolf // Lex Wurth

Lex Wurth is a junior from San Antonio, TX, majoring in graphic design. She is on Morningside’s Women’s Swim team, part of the FIWD board, and is an Assistant Art Director for the Kiosk. She has been writing before she knew how to spell and poetry is her favorite form of creative writing. In high school, Wurth participated in many literary events.

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Reminder // Riley Slechta & Needles Highway // Abby Hauser

Reminder // Riley Slechta

I  shattered a plate today.

I cleaned up as best as I could, 

searching for the porcelain shards. 

I did not want to break the plate.

it seemed to shatter on its own.

I was just trying to wash it, going through the inventory

of dishes, somehow dirtied again. 

I know no matter how much I search, 

On the next day, I will find

A sharp shard in my foot.

As if the plate does not want me to forget. 

Reminder // Riley Slechta

Riley Slechta is a senior from Sioux City, IA, majoring in history. At Morningside, she is a part of Phi Alpha Theta and the History Department’s Mentoring Program. Slechta has always enjoyed writing in her free time, but her love and passion was reignited last fall. Slechta hopes to continue writing after graduation and combining it with her love of history.


Needles Highway // Abby Hauser

Abby Hauser is a senior from Lake View, IA, majoring in business administration. She is a part of Morningside’s Photography Club.

Recorded by the Kiosk Editorial Staff

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