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This piece was taken from the archives of the Mother Theresa Hackelmeier Library on Marian University's main campus. It was originally published in Volume 51, Number 1 by the 1992-1993 Fioretti students. 'Tis a bleak night for my soul. I fear that my heart pumps pitch and bile. While any wholesome though becomes Inexorably lost in the labyrinth of my head. I am lost without my father like a five summers lad in the woods. Yet it seems that the beastliness of the forest has found sanctuary in these hallowed halls and sleeps with the hunter's wife. Zooks! Why do I have to be whole? If a heart did not fill my chest, Hamlet's passing would here and gone, and the shrouds could rid the land of this murderous king and adulterous wife, and fear not the wrath of God. Alas, the news is worse than before. The guards have noticed a ghost on the walls, not speaking but asking all the same. Some say that it has the likeness of the King. I go to see and bring my strength in youth, If it be my father, I'll get the truth.

This piece was taken from the archives of the Mother Theresa Hackelmeier Library on Marian University's main campus. It was originally published in Volume 31, which was put forward by the 1972 - 1973 Fioretti students. here am I alone the solitude of a single companion sharing my solitude warms me is the only shield I need in battling the world is the filter through which I see the goodness of the world makes me smile

This piece was taken from the archives of the Mother Theresa Hackelmeier Library on Marian University's main campus. It was originally published in 2018 in the second series of The Fioretti's publications.

This piece was taken from the archives of the Mother Theresa Hackelmeier Library on Marian University's main campus. It was added to the second series of journals in 2021's edition of the Fioretti.

This piece was taken from the archives of the Mother Theresa Hackelmeier Library on Marian University's main campus. It was originally published in Volume 29, Number 3, which was put forward by the 1970 - 1971 Fioretti students. Chrystal dreams Shatter no-one Except themselves For Gypsies travel With carnivals That Never end,