Dear Readers,

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Memory comes to us in pieces, in reflections that we try to steady. And when those reflections fracture — under the weight of loss, of shifting selves, of conflict — we do not simply break. We redefine ourselves.

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What remains is collected here: The residual that lingers, insists and provides us a space where we hold tribute to those that remain after most are gone. As we celebrate The Beacon's 150th anniversary, we turn toward one another. We collect voices, conversations, offerings as we try to understand who we have been and who we are willing to become. This collection spans temporal and emotional distances, evoking both contemplation and soft nostalgia.

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The Beacon is a student-run literary journal created with the intent to create a writer's community that uplifts student voices. A special thank you to everyone who made this edition possible.

Sincerely,
The Beacon