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St. Joseph’s Academy Literary Magazine 2014
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“Creativity takes courage”
-Henri Matisse
Special thanks to the St. Joseph’s Academy English and Visual Arts departments, the literary magazine committee, and all students who
submitted work to this literary magazine.
Madeleine Staley ‘16
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©2014 St. Joseph’s Academy (Also available online at www.stjosephacademy.org)
Constantly Risking Absurdity is a student-run publication celebrating the creative writing and
visual art of St. Joseph’s Academy students. All work is submitted independently and chosen anonymously. The title of the publication is based on a poem by
Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
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Editor in Chief: Nora Salmon ‘14
Layout Editor: Christa E. Waterwiese ‘15
Art Editor: Katie Hughes ‘14
Assistant Editors: Maddie Meier ‘14 Careen Gahzal– Albar ‘14 Kristina Assaf ‘14 Rossella Gabriele ‘15 Kate Schwarz ‘15 Maggie Schwarz ‘16 Genevieve Vogel ‘17
Moderator: Mrs. Jennifer Sudekum ‘93
Cover Art: Collette Wolf ‘14
Acknowledgements
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Table of Contents “School”“School”“School”“School”
by Christa Waterwiese 8
“I Believe in Honesty”“I Believe in Honesty”“I Believe in Honesty”“I Believe in Honesty”
by Natalie Willis 9
“Wake Up ““Wake Up ““Wake Up ““Wake Up “
by Mary Walsh 10
“A True Universal Language”“A True Universal Language”“A True Universal Language”“A True Universal Language”
by Asheigh Litzsinger 12
“I Believe in Nemo”“I Believe in Nemo”“I Believe in Nemo”“I Believe in Nemo”
by Emily Pfortmiller 14
“For the Downtrodden ““For the Downtrodden ““For the Downtrodden ““For the Downtrodden “
by Ashley Taylor 15
“Child of the Night” “Child of the Night” “Child of the Night” “Child of the Night”
by Christine dePenaloza 16
“Musical Moments” “Musical Moments” “Musical Moments” “Musical Moments”
by Andie Rooney 18
“The Sun is Orange” “The Sun is Orange” “The Sun is Orange” “The Sun is Orange”
by Alexa Schmitt-Bugler 20
“A Sister’s Love” “A Sister’s Love” “A Sister’s Love” “A Sister’s Love”
by Mary Catherine Heger 21
“The Love of Hank” “The Love of Hank” “The Love of Hank” “The Love of Hank”
by Clare Piotter 22
“Roses and Thorns” “Roses and Thorns” “Roses and Thorns” “Roses and Thorns”
by Emily Strout 23
“Someone’s Watching Over Me” “Someone’s Watching Over Me” “Someone’s Watching Over Me” “Someone’s Watching Over Me”
by Sara Krause 24
“Best Friend”“Best Friend”“Best Friend”“Best Friend”
by Kelsey Thompson 25
“Dancing Bears” “Dancing Bears” “Dancing Bears” “Dancing Bears”
by Mary Clare Pelch 26
“A Critique by the Critiquer” “A Critique by the Critiquer” “A Critique by the Critiquer” “A Critique by the Critiquer”
by Madeleine Staley 27
“Who Am I” “Who Am I” “Who Am I” “Who Am I”
by Reana Elder 28
“Preparation” “Preparation” “Preparation” “Preparation”
by Megan Brightfield 29
“The Conductor’s Vision” “The Conductor’s Vision” “The Conductor’s Vision” “The Conductor’s Vision”
by Emmie Morrison 30
“Just Dance” “Just Dance” “Just Dance” “Just Dance”
by Julie Deibel 32
“A Movie Poster Cover” “A Movie Poster Cover” “A Movie Poster Cover” “A Movie Poster Cover”
by Allison Martino 34
“Harmony Woven into Tacos” “Harmony Woven into Tacos” “Harmony Woven into Tacos” “Harmony Woven into Tacos”
by Gabrielle Bucchino 36
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“Lungs Lines in Dust” “Lungs Lines in Dust” “Lungs Lines in Dust” “Lungs Lines in Dust”
by Katie Hughes 38
“Falling Leaf” “Falling Leaf” “Falling Leaf” “Falling Leaf”
by Kathleen Doherty 39
“Girl’s Best Friend” “Girl’s Best Friend” “Girl’s Best Friend” “Girl’s Best Friend”
by Holly Hildebrand 40
“Some Days” “Some Days” “Some Days” “Some Days”
by Mary O’Brien 46
“Box of Hearts” “Box of Hearts” “Box of Hearts” “Box of Hearts”
by Anonymous 47
“Power to the She” “Power to the She” “Power to the She” “Power to the She”
by Nora Salmon 48
“Frosted Rose Petals” “Frosted Rose Petals” “Frosted Rose Petals” “Frosted Rose Petals”
by Katie Hughes 49
“Bartok: Concerto for Orchestra, “Bartok: Concerto for Orchestra, “Bartok: Concerto for Orchestra, “Bartok: Concerto for Orchestra,
Movement IV” Movement IV” Movement IV” Movement IV”
by Mikaela Schutte 50
“Jaw Dropping Sunsets” “Jaw Dropping Sunsets” “Jaw Dropping Sunsets” “Jaw Dropping Sunsets”
by Ashlyn Hoock 52
“The Queen of Isolation” “The Queen of Isolation” “The Queen of Isolation” “The Queen of Isolation”
by Julia Biehle 54
“I Cannot Recede My Heart” “I Cannot Recede My Heart” “I Cannot Recede My Heart” “I Cannot Recede My Heart”
by Ashley Taylor 55
“Bearing Heart” “Bearing Heart” “Bearing Heart” “Bearing Heart”
by Brenna Reilly 56
“Handing My Life God” “Handing My Life God” “Handing My Life God” “Handing My Life God”
by Katy Kurowski 57
“The King” “The King” “The King” “The King”
by Christa Waterwiese 58
“distinctions” “distinctions” “distinctions” “distinctions”
by Nora Salmon 61
“My Unbrella” “My Unbrella” “My Unbrella” “My Unbrella”
by Abby Kielty 62
Illustrations:
Madeleine Staley 3 Maddie Page 11 Meaghan Baxendale 17 Mary Clare Pelch 26., 51, 61 Chase Enright 45
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“School” By Christa Waterwiese ‘15
Sterile bright lights hit me
As I lean my head against the wall My knees hit the chair in front of me
And my feet rest on the metal cages below. White walls close me in from above And tile floors keep me from falling
With doors closed to stop air, From escaping just like me,
Either hot or cold but never just;
Comfort does not matter My eyes glassed over, head tilted,
and hair thrown about With Imagination running
And a pencil tapping on the desk.
Words are spoken but not heard, Questions are asked but never answered,
And no one really learns. This is school, our education
Tell me, does it work?
Tests on memorization Knowledge on subjects never used
Homework meant to occupy And teachers sometimes rude.
No respect as an adult, But still meant to make the choices
Does our system make sense? Does it really, truly work?
I couldn’t tell you But I know
Right now I am bored as hell.
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“I Believe in Honesty” By Natalie Willis ‘14
I believe in honesty: the ability to tell the truth even in the
hardest time and at the youngest age. When I was ten years old, honesty crept up on me. The
sun was shining on a perfect spring day in an old small town, the perfect day for my mom and I to shop for a Webkinz. Webkinz were the craze among kids. Who knew a stuffed animal with a tag for an online website would make me believe in honesty?
An irritating, juvenile girl named Cassidy decided to tag along for the shopping trip. Cassidy’s mom told her she did not need anymore Webkinz, and she forbade Cassidy to buy one. My mom, Cassidy, and I set out on our shopping adventure. The three of us stopped in multiple boutiques but could not find Webkinz. I was ecstatic when we finally came across a store that sold them! Searching for the perfect Webkinz, I chose my favor-ite and headed over to the checkout counter. Cassidy stayed near the stuffed animals and annoyingly begged my mom to buy one for her. My mom refused, obeying Cassidy’s mom. I purchased the Webkinz and we went on our way. Surprisingly, Cassidy quickly got over the fact that she did not get a Webkinz.
However, on the way home I noticed Cassidy fidgeting with four small Webkinz tags. I was confused at first but then realized she had taken them while my mom and I were checking out! As soon as we got out of the car I told my mom about the tags. My mom disappointingly, but honestly broke the news to Cassidy’s mom about stealing the tags. Cassidy’s parents were mortified when they heard the news. My mom and I drove back to the store to return the tags as Cassidy got in a great deal of trouble. To this day, when I see Cassidy and her family there are always awkward tensions between us. From the embarrassment, punishment, and awkwardness Cassidy faced, I learned to believe in honesty at a young age.
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“Wake Up”
By Mary Walsh ‘15
Some live in this world with blindness that covers their eyes
Living behind in the shadows because you are too shy
Walking through dark tunnels of grey
Longing to see the light of day
Hoping someone or something will cast a spell
To make you feel well
Believing that your life is a lie
Trying to grasp a relaxing sigh
But one day it hits
The spark of the match is lit
Only you can rescue you
Only you can stop feeling so blue
Run to the field
Filled with colors of green and blue
Lay on the ground
Touch the sun that shines all around
Do not remorse the past
Because life is moving so fast
And one day you will be lying on the bed of death
Thinking about how your life was spent
So choose your path wisely
And you will soar freely
In the end
The light in that tunnel will gleam
And you will wake up from that dark dream
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Maddie Page ‘15
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“A True Universal Language”
By Ashleigh Litzsinger ‘14
Music is the universal language. It is the one thing that
everyone can understand no matter how different the language.
In the year 2011, the girls from my Chinese class and I took
a summer trip to China. We were looking forward to sightseeing,
learning the Chinese language and submersing ourselves into the
culture. When we arrived to the city of Xi’an, one of the first
things we did was attend music lessons. None of the girls, ex-
hausted from the trip, was looking forward to singing along to
words we did not understand. After a few grueling minutes of
singing our trip’s designated song, “Song Ni Yi Ge Chang An”, we
were all tired of singing words that had no meaning to us. The
days that followed were filled with entertaining Chinese lessons,
fun activities and exhausting music lessons. Finally, on Friday,
five days after our first day in Xi’an, we were able to meet up with
some of the Chinese students attending school at the University
where we were staying. Because all of the girls who went on the
trip had only been taking Chinese for one year, there was a lan-
guage barrier, making it hard to communicate. Words and tones,
both English and Chinese, were being thrown around, creating a
slur of vocal chaos. Then, one of the head teachers of the school,
who spoke both English and Chinese, instructed all of us to sit
down in one of the many seats in the large, open room. As we
took our seats, she brought out a projector and asked a group of
volunteers to come up first. No one raised their hands, so she
chose a few girls and a few boys from the Chinese school. She
then spoke to them in Chinese and they all smiled. Still not un-
derstanding what they said or what was happening, the Ameri-
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can girls and I sat waiting to see what they were going to do. All
of a sudden, a projector displays lyrics to a song we all know. It
was not the lyrics to our infamous song, “Song Ni Yi Ge Chang
An,” but lyrics to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing!” The students
started singing the lyrics in English, and hit every note. Seeing
how much fun they were having, everyone joined in bonding over
the well-known music. As that night went on, we sang American
songs with Chinese lyrics, American songs with the original lyr-
ics, and traditional Chinese songs. As we sang, we did not think
about the words, we just sang with a mutual understanding. Af-
ter our experience, we looked at the Chinese music lessons with
different eyes.
Looking back to that day, I thought singing the Chinese
song was nearly impossible and meaningless yet during our kara-
oke session, I learned that music is truly universal. In music, there
is no language barrier. People in China, Korea and Japan all listen
to Usher, Jay-Z and Lady Gaga without fully understanding the
lyrics and they still have the same reactions to these songs as we
do. We cry while listening to Korean songs about finding your
way in the world, we jam out to English pop songs and sway to
the rhythm of a Jamaican beat. Everyone around the world reacts
the same way to music. It is the beat that we understand which
makes music so universal. Music is the universal language of the
world.
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“I Believe in Nemo”
By Emily Pfortmiller ‘14
The summer of 2011, I got the opportunity to go up to
New York City because my mom’s job was stationed in Manhat-
tan. She owned an apartment off 34th street, also known as the
Empire State Building Street. From 8.am. until 5 p.m., my mom
would be at work off at the corner of 34th street and Park Avenue,
and I would be on my own. Constantly, my mother reminded me
I could not roam around the city- better yet the block- without
her. Why? “Because it is too dangerous,” she said.
The first night in her apartment building, I watched the
Disney classic, Finding Nemo, which is about a little fish who
strays from his father, finds his way into trouble as he drifts
through the open sea, and experiences a little adventure in his
life. The next morning, I was on my mom’s iPad exploring the as-
sortment of things one can do while in the Big Apple- typical
tourist stuff. I am the kind of person who cannot go to a place by
myself without two words coming to mind: fear and embarrass-
ment. However, something came over me, so I grabbed my purse
and walked out of the door.
The one important thing to memorize when you are trav-
eling to New York, especially Manhattan, is the subway system.
The first day out of my mom’s apartment, I was completely lost. I
had to ask random strangers what train would take me to Canal
Street so I could go shopping or what train would take me to
Wall Street so I could touch the bull for good luck in the upcom-
ing year. Yet, what I found out in the process is that I learned
who I wanted to be; who I was in the process of becoming: an
adventurous person, like Nemo.
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We are all afraid of an adventure. Some people never ex-
perience adventure in their lives. I, however, experienced adven-
ture for the first time in the Concrete Jungle: the thriving life-
style, the enormity of the city, “the city that never sleeps.” I
learned I needed only a small adventure to change my life. I be-
lieve I changed after my trip because I am able to “take a chance”
and explore what is unknown to me without fear and embarrass-
ment.
After watching the movie, I realized Nemo was one of my
role models; he sought out a little adventure in his life and exem-
plified courage in spite of the immensity of the sea.
I was a little fish in a big sea. I was Nemo.
“For the Downtrodden” By Ashley Taylor ‘14
Believe me,
I know things are hard. A little faith is all you need,
Do not let your good days become marred. Be who you want to be.
You don’t like your circumstances? Then sow a different seed,
Life is full of hopeful chances.
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Child of the night,
Forget the Technicolor day,
Full of noise and confusion
And reality.
Child of the night,
Steal away in bed,
Sleeping the day away,
Joining the world when the sun
falls,
And the moon ascends its
throne.
Creatures of the day fear the
Black, black night.
Pity the creatures of the day,
For their eyes were not made
To see the wonder of the dark.
Child of the night,
Your kaleidoscope eyes see
The night as it is.
Your eyes see through the veil
Of Fear, Superstition, and the
Unknown.
Child of the night,
Enter your Kingdom.
The Stars take their place be-
neath your feet
And around your head,
Guiding your steps and your
mind through the dark.
Child of the night,
Daughter of the moon,
Draw the twinkling cloak of the
sky around your shoulders
And don the moonbeam’s
crown of silver thread.
Child of the night,
Live in your World,
A world where Simplicity and
Innocence are your compan-
ions,
And Imagination is the air your
lungs crave.
Child of the night,
The Shadows are fleeing;
The dark is fading fast.
The Kingdom of Night melts
into the Dawn of Day,
But fear not child for the dark is
as constant as the light that
chases it away.
“Child of the Night”
By Christine dePenaloza ‘16
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Meaghan Baxendale ‘14
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“Musical Moments”
By Andie Rooney ‘14
Trying to pick a song out of the thousands stored on my
iPod, of all different genres and artists, in order to fit my mood
can be frustrating. Do I want throwback music such as Back-
street Boys and N’Sync? Or do I want slow, emotional music like
Sleeping at Last or The Avett Brothers? I can’t listen to the radio,
because the same songs play over and over.
After a rather hard, emotionally draining few days, I
needed that perfect playlist to mirror my mood and make me feel
understood, as music normally does. I have several playlists on
my iPod labeling my different moods, such as; sleeping, that
mood, party, relaxing, acoustics, and feel good. The songs in these
playlists go hand in hand with the emotions I feel, and are there
to comfort me when people don’t always say the right thing.
It was the night of the high school hockey playoff game,
but this was no ordinary playoff game. The night before, they had
lost one of their own and were dedicating the entire game to him.
They prayed and cheered together, holding each other up while
modeling strength in number. After moments of silence, passion-
ate cheers, whited-out fans, and a wholehearted 3-0 victory, the
students and the team proceeded outside and huddled in a group,
holding a single lit candle high while praying and cheering. Fol-
lowing this ordeal, I watched them light a paper lantern and send
it into the sky, with tears streaming down their faces and arms
supporting each other. They stood in silence, each having their
own individual moment to watch the lantern travel through the
sky and remember their lost brother. The five-degree weather and
local park ranger put an end to this beautiful moment and sent
everyone to their cars. As I got in my car, I immediately asked my-
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self, what song or playlist could possibly fit this moment? I
turned the radio on to a random XM station, and I stumbled
across, When I Look to the Sky by Train began to play. The words
could not have been more fitting: “When I look to the sky, some-
thing tells me you’re here with me, and you make everything al-
right.”
I went home and was so in awe at the whole night and the
love I had witnessed. I went up to my room, and instead of choos-
ing one of my playlists, or making a new one, I put my iPod on
shuffle. The songs that played were exactly what I needed to
hear. I believe the right songs will play in the right moments. The
songs may be unexpected and random, but can be exactly what
needs to be heard. At first, maybe the songs are not what I expect
to hear, but I let them play anyways. I believe in letting the songs
come to me, instead of me finding the songs. I believe in putting
my iPod on shuffle.
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“The Sun is Orange”
By Alexa Schmitt-Bugler
The sun is orange
and she eats plums, instead,
until her tongue shines purple
and she breathes juice, not air;
when she speaks, she asks
your name
and it’s all you remember.
It crawls between your lips,
a spider, a corpse, but so alive.
It is the first word you say,
since the end.
The end is all there is.
But the end has no tongue
to taste plums rather than oranges,
to choke on juice rather than air,
to speak, to speak, to speak.
And you do!
The end is not the end, it seems.
But the word falls from your lips,
a brown leaf, a loose tooth, so very dead.
She wonders why she spoke to air.
Your name echoes, staccato, even
with no audience.
You’d never live without it,
not even if you lived.
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“A Sister’s Love” By Mary Catherine Heger ‘15
A sister’s love is a perennial flower.
Under the radiant, golden sun,
It grows,
It dies,
It blossoms yet again.
It continues to rejuvenate and flourish.
Through all of the potent storms, it remains constant,
Thriving above the lesser blooms.
Nothing can ever alter its growth,
For its roots are strong and thick.
Its beauty dazzles brighter than all other buds.
Its vivid hue causes the petals of all other posies to droop with
shame.
The blossom symbolizes an emotion that even the greatest phi-
losopher cannot explain.
It is the most precious gift from God.
In the flower, God’s existence in the world shines brightly,
Reminding each of us of God’s love.
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“The Love of Hank”
By Clare Piotter ‘14
If I could describe an animal as a family member, it would
be a dog. Family is always there for you through thick and thin,
and they never leave your side. Dogs are truly a “man’s best
friend.” Dogs do all sorts of things just to bring happiness into
our lives. I got my dog, Hank, at the end of freshmen year. Hank
truly opened our eyes to what a true dog is.
Dogs pay attention to our health needs in many different
kinds of situations. One way they comfort you is lying next to
you when you are sick. They can sense you do not feel well, and
dogs will stay by your side so you have someone with you. When
I was sick, Hank sat by my side the entire time. He would some-
times stand up and sniff my face just to make sure I was doing
well. Just by seeing Hank every day, I realized how he is a part of
my family, especially to me.
When I am stressed about homework and start to get agi-
tated, Hank will come in my room; he can feel I am starting to get
worked up. He jumps on my bed then leaps off, implying I need
to follow him. As I follow him down the hall and to the door, I
realize he wants me to throw the ball to him. I do not mind doing
this because it is a break from my homework, but I realized that
he helps me de-stress. The little things that my dog does make me
realize how happy I am to have him in our family.
Another way in which my dog Hank brings happiness
into our lives is through his personality. He is headstrong but a
baby at heart. His ability to blow off a command but then come
running right towards you is what makes us love him. He just
does what he wants and smiles about it with his tongue hanging
out of his mouth. His baby-like qualities come out when he
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chews on his night night. His night night is his baby blanket.
When we picked Hank up from the kennel, we took his night
night with us. Still to this day, he has this blanket and will sit
down next to us and just suck on it. I enjoy watching all of these
little things because without him life would be mundane.
Hank is a part of our family because he truly shows he ca-
res about us, even though he is not a brother or a sister. The love
that he shows all of us each and every day is unconditional, genu-
ine, and joyous.
“Roses and Thorns” By Emily Strout ‘16
The last rose of summer or the first of fall does it bloom in the rain or only in the sun
Does it become a full flower, or is it cut before it blooms does it live in the sun or hide in the shadows
Is it a rosebush with thorns, or a thornbush with roses.
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“Someone’s Watching Over Me”
By Sara Krause ‘14
Have you ever had a time in your life where you have lost
all hope? Have you ever felt as if you could not do something on
your own? Have you ever just looked up to the sky and cried for
help or for something amazing to happen? I have.
In May of 2013 my Great Uncle Mario passed away of
stomach cancer. Throughout his life he has found God in all
things and believed in the greater meaning of existence. He be-
lieved kindness, charity, love, family, and faith were essential to a
great life. His passing was incredibly difficult for my family and
me. On a perfect spring morning, we said our final goodbye to the
man we loved and insinuating he was gone from us forever.
Later in the week my cousins and I decided to go to breakfast to-
gether and when we sat down, we were in awe because the name
of our server was Mario, my uncle’s name. This is the moment I
realized that even though I may never be able to see him again,
he’ll always be with me, watching over me.
One day as I was driving down the highway from a
friend’s house, tornado warnings started to flare and the rain and
hail pelted against my car, blurring my vision. With cars swerv-
ing all around me, I became incredibly nervous and calmly said a
prayer asking my Uncle to watch over me and stop the rain for
me for just a few minutes so I could make it home. Right as I said
these words, the rain began to slow and I had no doubt in my
mind he was getting me home safely like I had prayed for.
Have you ever just had a bad day? You go through the motions at
school or work and you just want to go home and shut out the
world? Miraculously, when you get in your car the first song
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playing is your favorite song from your favorite day. I bet your
guardian angel knew you needed a pick-me-up.
The simplest of things bring out the best meanings.
Guardian angels give hope. When something as simple as the
weather seems to be completely out of your control, the faith you
invest in them will carry you through. They escort and protect
you through the good and the bad. They make miracles happen.
A simple coincidence or a sign can give hope and I believe
those moments forcing you stop in your tracks are provided by
the population of angels looking after you.
“Best Friend”
By Kelsey Thompson ‘14
I’ve known her forever Since birth I love her so My sister
She is a friend Best friend
We help each other Every day
We hang out together
Every weekend I love her so My sister
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“Dancing Bears” By Mary Clare Pelch ‘15
White daisies dolefully kiss your cheeks
as the universe wraps herself around your neck
like a malicious strand of pearls.
Underneath that smile I can see you are drowning
while your insides fervently burn like the relentless sun
in an August sky. And all of this is because
you insist on cradling the entire weight
of an arbitrary world without my assistance.
Mary Clare Pelch ‘15
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“A Critique by the Critiquer”
By Madeleine Staley ‘16
Please do not judge me,
Based on my former poem.
It was written in a hurry.
No thought or care was shown.
Blindly it was crafted,
With careless punctuation.
Random, strange vocabulary,
Thrown in random places.
Grammar rules neglected.
No clear moral shown.
Cliché as can possibly be.
Original? How about no.
But I was only a freshman then,
Foolish, young, naive,
Hoping to earn extra credit,
Thinking my poem will go unseen.
But sadly I was wrong,
My atrocious work was chosen,
By “Express the Music” judges,
To be seen, and heard, and spoken.
So yes, you may be asking,
I did create this poem,
For the reason of condemning,
A poem you don’t know.
So please do not judge me,
Based on this odd poem.
Leave the judging to myself,
For the best critics are their own.
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“Who Am I” By Reana Elder ‘16
Charles R. Swindoll once said “Life is ten percent what
happens to you, and ninety percent of what you do with it.” I be-lieve my life is a testimony to this, because despite my unfortu-nate past, I have made the best of what I have.
I want to make a difference in the world by becoming a specialized surgeon after attending Harvard. Every since my mom died when I was twelve, I was changed. I went to church consis-tently, and grew to have a closer relationship with God. Now, He is everything and I live to glorify Him. However, I still have a lot of other things that transformed me such as family, happiness, and my attitude.
My family is what motivates me to keep moving forward. I love my siblings and would do anything for them. That is why I continue to stay at Boys Hope Girls Hope, even though I see my family once a month, because I know I will get somewhere in life and will be able to help them. I know in my heart that this is what my mom would want me to do, and she would be very proud of me. Without them I would not have worked as hard as I have.
I want to be happy and maintain a balanced life. I work hard at school, and my goal is to not live up or down to people’s expectations but to do something that I love but did not think was attainable. I love to help others whenever I can, especially those who can’t help themselves. That is why I am going to raise money for Love 146 to help raise awareness about sex trafficking. As well as helping others, I like to mingle and be social because it helps me to create a balance in my life.
I am optimistic, hopeful, mature, loving, caring, and unique. No matter what the situation is, I will try and maintain a smile because I know that things will eventually get better. Some people would look at my life and wonder why I am so happy with the things I have been through, but I look at my life and am thankful for what I have gained from my past.
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“Preparation” By Megan Brightfield ‘15
When I was in preschool, pigtails and Velcro shoes
They told me to prepare for Kindergarten, right now or you’ll
lose!
So I tried my hardest and I learned my alphabet
Only to find first grade was right round the corner, wasn’t it?
And I studied well and I studied good
And moved up again to second, found I could
The teachers there told me third was very close
And so I gave my effort a double dose
I pulled out my books on the very first day
And the teacher said fourth is soon, don’t delay!
And I made it to fourth, to fifth, and to sixth
Then found that they told me seventh was in our midst!
I worked myself well to the bone
“High school is soon” to my thoughts they had sewn
Once there, they did not tarry
Of college eminence they made me wary
So here I am, the possibility of the future, I roam it
And I wish so much they’d let me live in the moment
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“The Conductor’s Vision” By Emmie Morrison ‘15
In a soundless world, one man had a dream. He dreamed
of an art that would capture the depth of human emotion, to both motivate and provide solace. He would create music, and he would call himself the conductor.
The man set to work in his workshop, handcrafting each instrument. He gifted each with a special sound, and then he breathed life into each instrument. The conductor taught each instrument how to create its unique sound, and he sent each in-strument into a different part of the world. As the instruments matured, each mastered its tone, growing in sensitivity. Each in-strument became a marvel, bringing the joys of sound to deaf ears. All over the world the people became awakened to the beauty of sound, and they started to imitate the instruments they heard. The conductor saw the joy the instruments brought to the people and decided that the instruments were ready. Ready for their ultimate purpose.
The conductor called together the different instruments so they could finally meet one another. The first to arrive to the dark concert hall was the trumpet. Immediately, the trumpet’s eyes fell upon a stage, a very familiar sight. The trumpet climbed onto the stage and began practicing its cadences. When the violin entered and heard the brassy, nasal yelps, the violin was appalled. The violin had never heard such sounds before. In fact, the only sounds the violin had heard were its own music and flattering imitation of its own music. The violin at once leaped onto the stage so it could show the trumpet what real music sounded like, and the violin began its rapid tale of vibratos and trills. Angered that the violin had the audacity to interrupt a perfect perform-ance, the trumpet increased its volume to drown out the violin’s selfish cries. The flute arrived just in time to witness the dueling instruments. Deciding that it could play better than either instru-ment, the flute added its clear puffs to the ruckus. The clarinet, cello, and oboe each entered and tried to assert their dominance.
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When the conductor entered the room and saw the fight-ing instruments, he was heartbroken. “Stop!” he yelled. Recogniz-ing their creator, the instruments each jumped up to the conduc-tor, demanding that he declare which instrument was the best. “You each have unique gifts, and none is better than the other,” the conductor assured the instruments.
“How can this be?” asked the oboe. “I am the only music, the only sound my town has ever known. I bring more joy to my people than anything has!”
“So do I!” exclaimed the trumpet. “That’s not possible. I bring the most joy. They can’t even
use vibrato!” accused the violin. “Well, you can’t make a commanding sound even if you
tried!” screamed the trumpet to the violin. The conductor hung his head. “Don’t you see? I have given
you each different sounds not so you could compete but so you could work as one,” explained the conductor.
“How am I supposed to work with him? We are so differ-ent,” said the trumpet, glaring at the violin.
“I will guide you,” told the patient conductor as he handed out sheets of music to the different instruments. The con-ductor raised his baton to signal the beginning of the song, and what resulted was truly a miracle. The instruments stopped fighting to play together. The strings played low notes as the woodwinds carried the melody, and then the conductor signaled the woodwinds to become quieter as the violin swelled. Each in-strument had its own part in the song, and the instruments then understood what the conductor had envisioned. Though the in-struments were very different, they realized that by working to-gether, they could accomplish much more than they could alone.
The next night, the conductor led the instruments in a performance for the people from all over the world. Though the people had heard individual instruments, they had never before heard instruments working in harmony. They were thrilled: The collaboration among instruments brought a whole new dimen-sion to the music. The conductor sighed happily. “This is why I created them,” he thought.
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“Just Dance”
By Julie Deibel ‘14
Boys who are not afraid to be silly and dance at school
dances tend to attract the girls. Why? Boys who are not afraid to
dance appeal to girls because their willingness to dance depicts
their confidence. Their dancing also exemplifies that the boys do
not mind looking silly, which is a good sign.
Dancing builds confidence. Not only does dancing show
you have confidence, but the process of becoming a dancer can
build confidence over time. I started dancing when I was three
years old and later quit for a couple years. When I started again I
was no longer one of the best dancers in the class. I had to rebuild
my confidence and the stage helped me. One time I was in the
front row, during a dance, and completely forgot what to do. An-
other time I came on stage an entire count of eight too early.
However, I have learned from these mistakes and have become a
better dancer, which ultimately has helped me build my confi-
dence. The teachers at my dance studio say it is okay if you do the
dance wrong, but do the dance confidently wrong.
I believe in dancing through life. Life is much more stress-
ful than it needs to be! Instead of brooding over what we should
or should not have done, we should keep dancing. We should en-
joy life and not keep wishing for fun future events such as: the
weekend, prom, summer vacation, or college. Dancing through
life can keep you from letting life’s experiences pass by too
quickly, helping you live fully. Take turtles for example. They are
slow, but maybe taking their time is not a bad thing. They seem
to be happy and enjoying life so why not savor their time on
earth? Turtles lay and bask their shells in the sun, happy as can
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be without worrying about the future or continually wishing for
more.
Dancing is a break from schoolwork. Sitting down for a
long period of time and studying is not only boring, but also is
pointless. Students should study in increments with stress reliev-
ing activities in between. Having dance class allows me to have
time to step back from homework and school and just enjoy my-
self.
Dancing is exercise. Typically, when I exercise I cannot
wait to be done, but dance is different. Dancing is great because
your friends and the fun music distract you from realizing that
you are exercising.
Dancing is inspiration. Young girls tend to look up to the
“big” girl dancers. “Big” girl dancers tend to look up to profes-
sional dancers. Dancers have the criteria for being inspirational:
confident, fun, athletic, determined. Dancing is an inspirational
sport.
Everyone should have the opportunity to dance!
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“A Movie Poster Cover” By Allie Martino ‘14
When I was younger, my mom would tell me never pick a
movie solely off the movie poster cover. I would always pick the
movies that had the most pictures and colors without consider-
ing the other movies. I did not think anything of this when I was
younger but as I got older, I realized my mom was talking about
something more than picking a movie based only on appearance.
On a sunny Friday in April, I was dreading the fact that I
had to go to work. What I did not know was that going to work
that day would change my understanding of my mom’s advice. As
I strolled into work grumpy, I noticed a new boy working. He
was average height, had brown-almost black hair, and brown
eyes. He had an eyebrow piercing along with two earrings. Right
away, I could tell he was different from anyone I had ever met. He
had a bad boy look to him but his voice was hushed like when a
cat glides through a house. After my shift ended, I tried talking to
him, but he was really closed off and shy. He would barely say a
couple words to me so I decided to leave. I vividly remember go-
ing to my friend’s house after work and telling her, “There was a
guy named Giovanni that came to help out at work today, he was
so attractive” and the only thing she said to me was, “Avalos? He
is so weird! Oh my god, I cannot believe you think he’s attrac-
tive.” It was strange that he seemed so normal to me but to her,
he was considered “weird”. I brushed it off considering he did
not really engage in the conversation I tried having with him ear-
lier.
On a Tuesday in May, Gio’s younger brother, Junior, was
working with me. Giovanni’s high school graduation happened
to be the same day. Giovanni came in with his brother in-law to
pick up Junior and of course, I tripped while walking to the
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kitchen to find his brother. His brother could not leave yet so I
offered to take him home after he got off work. I took him to a
small white house with a big front yard. Later in the night, Gio-
vanni inboxed me on Facebook thanking me for taking his
brother home. After that, we began talking. He had a unique per-
sonality. He was kind, compassionate, a family person, and loved
soccer. He seemed like a normal 19 year old to me; I did not un-
derstand why my friend thought he was weird. When I first hung
out with him, the same friend who was said he was weird came
with me. I figured it would be awkward but surprisingly it was
not; it was as if I had known him for a long time. I remember my
friend telling me, “He is nothing like he seems at school.” At that
moment, I remembered my mom’s advice on picking out movies,
and I realized that I could not judge someone based on his or her
appearance or from what other people say. I can never know
what a person is like until I give them a chance, just like I do not
know whether a movie is good, bad, funny, or heartfelt, until I
watch it.
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“Harmony Woven into Tacos” By Gabrielle Bucchino ‘14
Tacos have many exotic flavors and ingredients and are,
more often than not, messy. It takes harmony for something that
has so many different elements to taste just right, to blend, to
fuse together and create something magical. Even a bad chef can
create a good taco, just as a person in shambles can create har-
mony within his life. Weaving different cultures and walks of life
can create something alluring. We learn that we are more con-
nected with strangers than we could have ever imagined. Finding
a common ground, an interest, a shared passion, creates a bridge
that can only be broken by the very people who created it. Har-
mony is a funny thing. It sneaks into your life unexpectedly, and
usually, escapes drastically.
Bliss comes to me when I see food trucks, specifically taco
trucks, scattered throughout cities. On one particular Sunday
afternoon, I drew near The Flying Burrito taco truck, pondering
which taco to get. Inside my head, the options swirled; chicken?
beef? pork? what toppings? I scrutinized the menu, absorbing all
the options, and became eager. Behind me, a man and his daugh-
ter approached the line. I was still inside my head trying to deci-
pher what taco I longed for, but the little girl captured my atten-
tion. This daddy-daughter duo was behind me in line at one of my
favorite places on earth, and I could not help but imagine what
brought them there. Why had we crossed paths? I imagined the
little girl simply asking her father for lunch, and with that effort-
less request, they came to The Flying Burrito. But, there is more
to this simple interaction. I found myself wanting to know their
story, and to see what makes them, them. As the taco man sum-
moned me with “Next, please. Keep the line moving folks,” my
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thoughts dissipated. But my want, my need for harmony re-
mained.
Questioning those around me is a blessing in disguise. It
helps me expand myself, and acknowledge that I am not the only
one in this world. When life becomes mundane, and I’m lacking
harmony within my life, I take an outing to my taco truck. Al-
though this doesn’t always suffice, it helps me understand that
harmony is attainable. I have hopes that maybe one day I will
start a conversation with the person behind me, conceiving my
own harmony.
A craving for harmony, a craving for tacos, we all want it,
we look to be satisfied sometimes in ways that are unconstitu-
tional. Why go to Taco Bell when Hacienda is right down the
street? The same reason you find tranquility in doing those things
your parents told you not to do. It arouses a feeling of freedom
within us. We do the worst, to create the best for us. We are at-
tracted to harmony. We are attracted to tacos.
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“Lungs Lined in Dust” By Katie Hughes ‘14
I don’t breathe for the sake
Of life itself
For that if I don’t, my cheeks
Will turn red and my lips
As blue as my eyes
That begin to roll back
As if straining to see the neurons
Screaming in my brain for
That precious oxygen.
Each breathe I take is a distraction
From the lack of color
In my emotionless lips and
Cold, statuesque cheeks.
Each breathe draws my attention
From the dull world I
Stare blankly into
Day in and day out.
That rush of air into my lungs
Like the blowing of
Dust that glitters and shines
In morning light streaming through the window
After long nights of
Such tiresome sleeplessness.
Something so dull and drab
Made captivating enough to forget
Its reality.
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“Falling Leaf”
By Kathleen Doherty ‘14
The first leaf of fall broke off from the tree today. It came from the
old oak tree in my back yard, and it was the only leaf that was in
the process of spiraling its way toward the grassy earth- the first
of the season. Fluttering in the light breeze, the leaf seemed to be
an early bloomer, for although autumn was on its way, we still
had a few weeks of September left in the year. The leaf gracefully
wavered as the chilly air teetered it back and forth, making the
fall last for a few long seconds. It seemed to dance. Although
death had begun to take over its now limited life, the leaf seemed
much livelier than I had ever seen any leaf before. Its tips were
now crackled and ridged, as if the ends had been lit on fire or
dipped in a sharp orange paint. That classic autumn color then
faded to a warm yellow, and then to its signature green where its
youth was once generated near its veins. It twirled and spun and
plunged; down, down, down until finally it gently skimmed the
fading summer grass. As if old friends, the leaf wedged itself in
between the grass’s blades, as if understanding that they were
both on their way to “grow old” together.
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“Girl’s Best Friend”
By Holly Hildebrand ‘14
I am not one to be sentimental about the past but when I
talk about my little shadow, I cannot help but remember my
short four-legged best friend in a wonderful way. Indy was not
just my family’s dog, he was mine. He had the softest black,
brown, and white hair that puffed out like a cotton ball and ears
that perked up when he was happy. Like me in so many ways,
Indy was energetic but docile, sweet but fierce, and always happy
to please.
Indy was the kind of dog that loved to go on walks. He
would grab his own leash and walk himself. However, his walk
was not just a normal walk; he had a certain trot that he would
employ as we embarked down the street. He would puff his
white chest out, like a majestic king, and put his nose in the air.
While he trotted down the street, his long hair on his sides
would flop up and down with each enthusiastic step he took. The
slack in the leash was almost never existent, making it taught he
would lead me down the street. He was determined to be the
leader of the pack. If we were not on a walk, he would spend his
day lying in my driveway, waiting for any wildlife to pass, a deer
or a squirrel. No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to
stop at the end of the yard and come prancing back as if he had
protected his domain.
Other than protecting our property, Indy was good about
protecting me. I was born after my mom adopted Indy and when
my parents brought me home from the hospital, Indy took it
upon himself to be my protector. When people came to visit my
family, Indy was never more than a few feet from me. He some-
times would growl at men when they tried to hold me but he
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never barked. Sometimes, my parents would lay me down on a
blanket and Indy would even cuddle into my side and be my pil-
low.
Indy was also an impressively smart dog. My dad taught
Indy many tricks, such as shake hands, sit pretty, and he could
make Indy sit with a treat on his nose, for what seemed like an
eternity to Indy. Indy always enjoyed a trick that got him re-
wards. He would be on one side of the house and I would be in
another; I would open his treat jar, which talked, and he would
come running as fast as he could until he found me.
Indy was also very good about finding his way home after
an expedition, whether it be to the neighbor’s or into the woods.
However, there was one instance when he was a little too far
from home. During deer hunting season, my family and I travel to
stay in our Arkansas house. Occasionally, my cousins would stay
with us and we would make a family reunion out of it.
One night when everyone was in our living room, my baby
cousin, about three years old, was playing around Indy when my
dad said,
“Jack, be careful around Indy; he is getting old and doesn’t
like to be bothered.”
Jack loved to jump around and play with his trucks. He
had the cutest blonde hair that reminded me of a cashmere blan-
ket.
Jack yelled back, “Okay, Uncle Charlie!”
After a few minutes, Jack had already forgotten that he
was not supposed to be running around and jumping by Indy,
who was becoming increasingly agitated.
“Jack, you’re not being careful”, my dad tried to simply
remind Jack.
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No sooner than my dad could finish his sentence, Jack
was flopping down onto Indy. Unaware that Jack meant no harm
to him, Indy quickly snapped at him. Catching his ear, Indy bit
into Jack, drawing blood. Next, before anything further could
take place, my aunt snatched Jack up and my dad had grabbed
Indy by the fat behind his neck. Jack was almost in a state of
shock and it did not take more than thirty seconds for Jack to
enact his full-blown toddler cry. My aunt was doing her nest to
comfort Jack but also try to stop Uncle Charlie before Indy got
the brunt of his anger.
Taking Indy outside, my dad firmly raised his voice and
roared, “BAD DOG!”
With that, Indy took off into the distance with my dad
running after. Almost as if Indy had a second gear, he picked up
speed and left my dad standing in the street, stunned that his dog
that never went very far was commencing a journey that would
change his life forever. For the next few hours, my dad searched
for Indy.
Unfortunately, after five or six painstaking hours, my dad
to retreat to our house and pack for our departure the next day.
This meant we had to leave Indy behind in Arkansas’s wilderness
with flyers and cousins looking for him. Days and weeks passed
and I began to lose hope of ever seeing my little shadow again.
At the local hospital, a farmer worked as a nighttime jani-
tor, where we had posted flyers of Indy. When working in his
field one day, the farmer saw a black dot in the distance stand up
and walk a few feet then fall down for about an hour. Then the
dot would stand up and walk a few more feet, only to continue
the pattern and fall back down again. He watched this go on for
hours. When his work was done for the day, he went to investi-
gate the tiny dot. Approaching the dot, it got bigger and bigger
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until the farmer found himself standing before a sickly, scratched
up dog that looked like he was back from the dead. Remembering
the flyer we hung in the hospital, he went into work that night
and called my aunt and uncle, whose number was given as the
contact information.
“Ma’am, I believe that I have found your dog.”
“Oh, that is so kind of you, but he has been gone twenty-
four days. He needed medication for seizures. There…there is no
way that you can have our dog.” My aunt’s shoulders curved in
and her head hung low.
“Well, I think you should come out and take a look,” he
stated trying to reinforce the idea that this could be my dog.
Preparing herself for just another ruse to get the reward
money, my aunt went to the neighbor of the farmer, who was tak-
ing care of the dilapidated creature. Hesitating, she was skeptical
of this dog. There had been so many calls from people just look-
ing for the reward money. My aunt had even had a call from a
couple who was trying to convince us that a small tabby cat was
my fluffy sheltie.
When she pulled into the driveway, she saw a tiny Sheltie
lying on the creaky front wooden porch. Disturbed by the sight of
this poor dog, my aunt was unsure that it was actually Indy.
Calling my dad, she broke then news. “Charlie, there is a
man here who thinks he has Indy, but I don’t think it is him.”
“There is one way to tell, ask him to shake your hand,” my
dad stated. He knew this would be a sure sign.
My aunt bent down to the dog and asked, “Shake?” With
no response, she proposed the question again. This time the
phone dropped and she began to sob. After regaining composure,
she picked up the phone and told my dad that it was Indy and
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that he shook her hand. Within the hour, my dad had booked a
flight to Little Rock, Arkansas. He was on his way to get my Indy.
Arriving to town, he rented a car and sped to the address
of the woman taking care of Indy. She was a small, yellow, nico-
tine infested woman, with nearly twenty-five cats. Walking up to
the porch, my dad met eyes with Indy and his tail began to move,
just a slight wag. Indy was nothing like what a small sheltie, that
has lived in comfort his whole life, should look like. He had mag-
gots taking refuge in his ripped flesh from the fights he had been
in with other animals. The pads on his feet were worn to the
bone and were nearly non-existence. Matted tail in all, Indy lay as
still as a corpse.
“That was one hungry dog,” the smoking woman said. “He
ate three cans of cat food.”
“Thank you”, my dad muttered through his choked up
throat. His eyes misting up, this was something that did not hap-
pen often to the man that I saw to be the strongest most stoic
person in my life.
Giving her the reward money and taking Indy cautiously
into his arms, my dad laid Indy into the front seat of the rental
car. Within a few seconds of sharing the car with the dying dog,
my dad had to roll the windows down in thirty-degree weather
in order to be able to drive Indy the seven hours home. The smell
was so potent that even with the windows rolled down; my dad
still had to muster up enough strength to prevent his breakfast
from reappearing.
Once back in Saint Louis, my dad took Indy to a veteri-
narian who was also a friend from high school.
“Charlie, this is not going to be easy to save this dog.”
“Do what you have to do. My daughter needs this dog to
come home.”
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Dr. Kersting was right. After countless hours of surgery
and the cleaning of wounds, Indy was home and given time to
recover and rest. Although he was supposed to be left alone to
heal, I could not help myself from giving him all the love that he
missed while he was lost. It was hard to tell that my Indy was
under all the white bandages. When I saw him for the first time,
it was all I could do not to squeeze his tiny, malnourished body. I
held him for a few hours, where he fit perfectly into my chest. He
did not refuse the human contact that he had desperately desired
while he was on his adventure.
Making an almost full physical recovery, Indy started to
be his happy, energetic, playful self again. However, he truly was
not the same Indy we had taken to Arkansas nearly a month
prior. Food took on a completely new meaning and he virtually
inhaled it when he got the chance. When we went on walks,
which he did still enjoy, he was never more than a few feet from
me. Nevertheless, my determined dog was home and I had my
shadow back.
Chase Enright ‘16
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“Some Days”
By Mary O’Brien ‘16
Some days I think I want to be someone else
But I accept who I am so I live with myself
Why's the world push for perfection, but condemn whatever
comes close
And what is perfection if it's unattainable
Is perfection only judged on how many problems we hide
No one knows the truth but the world says that’s alright
So who am I?
In the eye of the world
Who am I?
What makes the “perfect girl”
I'm Not this twisted portrait painted on These walls
Does it even matter who I say I am when Destiny calls
And does the world define me
or do I define the world
"Who am I?” I once asked the world
The world did not answer
The world did not know
Because I did not conform to worldly perfection.
But questioned the answers.
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“Box of Hearts”
By Anonymous
If you looked under your bed
Through the millions of boxes
You’d find my heart
If you open it you’ll see your prize
A note will fall to the ground
It will tell you the rules
To keep mine you must give yours in return
I fell asleep that night to the comforting sound of your heart beat
It did not take long for the sound to stop
You couldn’t sleep the noise was too loud
To make it better you insisted it was her instead of me
I looked under my bed
I found one box
I crawled under and dragged it out
Your heart was missing
My heart’s missing too
Please return
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“Power to the She” By Nora Salmon ‘14
I’m a bitch, and I’m proud— I reserve the right to wear
Pants that are tight. It’s not for your benefit
Or an opportunity to admire The 1,870 squats I did in the month of
January. It’s for me.
You can’t tame, control, hinder, destroy The unconquerable force of rock-n-roll
That stirs my spirit And makes me sing.
And sing I do, Loud and annoying, my “Polly Wants A Cracker!” refrain.
Because I want respect And deserve it, too.
When a man is loud, he’s assertive When I’m loud, I’m obnoxious, bossy. When a man takes control, he’s a leader.
But I’m a bitch. All right: I’m a bitch! So be it.
Let’s redefine all the words men use to hide behind:
Bitch, slut, whore, c— I’ll wear them like iron-on patches peeling off my ripped jean jackets. It’s not about rad!fem misandry or
Power over males It’s about setting our true selves free—and I’m a bitch,
So let me be.
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“Frosted Rose Petals” By Katie Hughes ‘14
The dead have kissed My blue, trembling lips
And it breathed new life into me. Their lips like frosted rose petals
Soft, delicate, and brittle, But ever so sweet.
There was no malice, no Masochism in their touch. The kiss of the lifeless is one Of longing for what had been, Or what could have been. It is a bittersweet attempt
To feel as they shall never feel again. And as their lips left mine
A new sort of taste filled my mouth. It was not that of disgust, or Even that of disappointment.
No, it was the taste of adventure, Of excitement and anticipation
For what’s to come On the life’s road ahead. It was the taste of intent To do all that I want and All that i need to do, So that in my death
I need not kiss the living Because I have already
Kissed the life out of life itself.
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“Bartok: Concerto for Orchestra, Movement IV”
By Mikaela Schutte ‘14
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times with the
hazy, heavy feeling in his eyes as if he just woke from winter hi-
bernation. The sun was bright that day. The air had a crisp edge
that urges a person to seize the day because weather that com-
fortable does not last, at least not in this world. He felt warm ly-
ing there in the soft, emerald grass with the sun toasting his face
and bare arms, but the light breeze cooling his skin like a lover’s
soft breath before the heat got too unbearable.
This man-boy was not an adolescent, not yet an adult, but
a being somewhere in between the two, a place some are stuck
forever until they find a reason to live. Coming to his senses and
assessing his surroundings, the man-boy supported himself on his
elbows and tilted his head back as if to soak up the sun’s rays like
the flow from a waterfall. Blinking again, in full sobriety now af-
ter the drowsiness, turned over into a prone position and put his
face in the grass and inhaled deeply, absorbing the earth with his
face and the sky with his back.
When people come to this place, this world, they have
little memory of the world before, fully encompassed by the emo-
tions and urges of the invisible buzz around them. Yet, the man-
boy, like all who come here, glanced around himself and, though
he had a little fear in his heart, the thickest, deepest core of any
humans’ being, the man-boy said, “This place is good.”
Startled at his first words in this world, here human
voices sound much different from their previous world, he stood
up and raised his arms in the air. The wind blew through the
trees to his right, sounding like the surges and tides of ocean
waves mixed with all the animals of the sea talking to one an-
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other in a crazed discussion, scaring the man-boy. He began to
try out his legs on this world and ran. Before coming to a stop
from lack of breath, he took one final sprint, which he soon
learned that on this world, allows humans to soar into the sky
like a bird. Little did he know, humans assumed all capabilities of
animals in this world from the birds in the fresh sky to the fish in
the saltiest seas.
Mary Clare Pelch ‘15
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“Jaw Dropping Sunsets”
By Ashlyn Hoock ‘14
Sunsets are bittersweet. Sunsets are mesmerizing. Sunsets
are the keys to my unspoken dreams and memories. They appear
in a soft, almost unheard kind of whisper. They grant one mo-
ment of warmth right before darkness invades the sky. Sunsets
are the true sign one day has come to an end but the next is right
around the corner. They are always there to remind me of life,
change and death. Most importantly, sunsets provide me with a
sense of calmness while remaining completely unknown. Fur-
thermore, sunsets are a more than just pretty to me.
Twice a year my family vacations to Grand Cayman Islands, home
of the most beautiful sunsets (in my opinion.) We stand together
on the beach with our toes lightly touched by sand and flowing
water. In the evenings, we look up into the majestic sky to see
the flash of light right before the sun disappears. I smile widely.
Then I realize one amazing day is gone and soon I will have to
return home.
Parts of the sunset guide me as if I have an exact purpose
in this life. They are the answers to all of my long-thought ques-
tions. Clouds float into the air but at this moment they are only
significant in guiding the colors of the sun. No rain clouds in
sight, no sign to be scared. Life is a rollercoaster and sunsets help
me push through difficulties in stride.
I hold the memories of my father in my heart. We do not
speak anymore. And as I grow older I grow farther apart from
him. At dusk when the sun sets I am reminded of the adventures I
once had with my father. When I was younger and life was so
innocent. I did not know the difference and was just happy riding
my bike, hiking, playing with Barbies, and watching goofy
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movies.
In my own family, my mother is the sunset. She had me
whenever she was only eighteen years old. She is a definite exam-
ple of overcoming what life throws at you while achieving your
dreams. After I was born, she continued to swim at a Division I
college level and graduate from the University of Illinois with a
major in Finance. We have truly grown together, sharing and
cherishing every moment. Even though she is always there to pro-
vide me with comfort, she addresses the craziness of life in com-
plete zest and uniqueness. When I was younger and begged to
play outside, she told me, “Be home by sunset.” And I remember
running home just so we could watch it together. No matter
where travel takes me, I can find comfort in a sunset.
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“The Queen of Isolation” By Julia Biehle, ‘17
This place I’m in is dark, A dark, long tunnel with no light at the end, Sometimes I think death would be easier,
But that is cruel and cowardly fate.
Late at night, I hear voices in my head, They call out to me,
Asking me to join in their suffering, Commanding me to endure with them.
When there is light, there are different voices,
Real voices that speak the wicked truth, They taunt me unknowingly,
Not realizing the pain their words bring.
The real voices speak of friendship, But I know they are lying,
The hatred they keep a secret, The venom they speak not to my face.
I call myself the Queen of the lonely realm I’ve built, The walls I have cemented around a heart of glass,
A poor excuse of a heart, A heart that can never fully love again.
I once was kind, Of this I swear,
But the pain of the world has taken it from me, No, that is a lie, I brought it upon myself.
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I am like a tornado, In my wake I leave only upheaval,
People may dislike me, But I hate me.
I am now cold,
I bring only pain and sadness, Death and I brush hands on occasion,
The Dark One and the Queen of Isolation.
“I Cannot Recede My Heart”
By Ashley Taylor ‘14
He said, “I love you.”
You are far more beautiful than I will ever know.
Please do not recede from my view,
The beating of my heart only continues to grow.
Your eyes shine bright,
I hope to never be far apart.
You sparkle in the night,
You had me hooked from the start.
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“Bearing Heart” By Brenna Reilly ‘14
“Please don’t break me”
She whispers to the boy who lives across the street
Without missing a beat
A promise was made
She felt as though she grew in size
With the boy’s love she soared through the sky
Never wanting to come down
She was fragile like glass
He carried her with care
They joined together
Nestled in each other’s chests
She was the large red apple high in the tree
She felt his hand tightly grasp her
He cherished in her warmth
Without any warning she felt herself break
She was in a million pieces
But somehow she was still completely whole
She still had to go on
She still didn’t skip a beat
She felt as though she was missing
She was empty
Still living and breathing
Without a purpose
This process repeated through the years
Finally she met someone who accepted all her invisible cracks
He never let her break
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“Handing My Life to God” By Katy Kurowski ‘14
As human beings, we contain something that sets us apart
from other animals; we have hands. Our hands are what make us unique. They allow us to reach up and grab what we need, wave to a friend, or simply hold someone else’s hand.
Hands are very important, and so is my faith. Throughout the years, my parents have raised me to be Catholic. I was never very grateful for that until sophomore year. I took my faith for granted, like I do with my hands. I struggled to find God and the beauty in myself.
Sophomore year, that all changed. I was standing up dur-ing adoration in the gym with 3,000 other teenagers all gathered for one purpose; to deepen their faith in God. Their voices rang out through the loud music. Looking up, I realized the mon-strance was right in front of me. Awe struck, I fell to my knees. Hands wide open, I reached up and found my faith.
Faith is like our hands. They can reach out and touch the things God made. They allow us to grab a better understanding of ourselves. We can hold onto His creation and deepen our faith.
Each finger represents a stage in our faith. The pinky is the smallest, for the times we have little to no faith. The two fin-gers beside the middle finger are slightly larger than our pinky because they show our growing and undying love for him. Our thumb is one of the smaller, but more important fingers. Our thumb is the anchor that holds us together. Although our thumb may be small, it can be mighty too.
I have always taken my hands and faith for granted. Now that I am older and have experienced different things, I realize how important both these things are to me. Life would be diffi-cult to live without either of these.
I believe in faith. I believe faith anchors us to the ground like gravity, holding us in place until we are ready to go.
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“The King” By Christa Waterwiese ‘15
Ancient stone walls stacked fit together like a jigsaw puz-
zle. They remain sealed together by dark grey mortar that has been cracked by time. Tapestries are hung at the top of the vaulted ceiling and now reach the worn bricks of the floor with hundreds of names stitched upon their wool surface. Family crests emblazed on these standards are ancient and many faded, ended by blood. Rows of columns line down from the door until they kneel at the stone pedestal, the throne. A simple wooden chair hunkers on this slightly raised platform and a worn red vel-vet cushion barely comforts it’s patron from the harsh wooden splinters of the kings before. Mistakes are felt through every gen-eration. The Great Hall is empty today and silence can easily be heard throughout the kingdom. Not even the blacken crow dares to shriek. Through the lightened stained glass widow the Palace courtyard is empty too and covered with a slush of grey snow. Only a hawk flies over the desuetude like a comet of night.
The Kingdom has been at war for fifteen years. Fifteen years of death, pain, and anguish that have plagued the people as the fight for control of the crown has waged across the country. Today is silent and the people know. An eerie sense floats and emotions are spread in the air like the ancient plague. Darkness lurks and loiters around the Castle for the time to wage siege. Death knocks at the door and stands holding his glistening scythe.
While the sense of forbidden glazes over the land His feet are propped on the chair and hands are folded on his rather large stomach. The Queen is perfectly seated on the chair across and the small table lies between. For the last 38 years the pair has ruled over the citizens of the Kingdom. The influx of breath is held in His mouth and the Queen’s long sinewy fingers move a piece on the board. The game is chess. Running through the King’s mind are images of victory, something that in their long years of marriage has never happened. Hope was gone until this moment, He believed she has committed her first and final mis-
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take in their hours long game. Her gentle hands leave the piece and she quickly conceals a smile that had crept onto her slightly smug face. She moves a strand of pale yellow hair behind her ear and tugs lightly at her long woven plait. She knows. A small smile graces the Queen’s lips and she nods her head in fake consent. But He is too bemused in his assumed victory to comprehend the patronizing tilt of her head.
The King grandly lifts up the peace that will grant his en-viable win and slams it down on the ivory board. The pieces shake but none have fallen yet, the King still stands. His face con-torts into one of smug satisfaction over his victorious and soon to be crowning achievement. As He begins to stand to cheer His eyes widen and the realization of this moment enters His mind. He is still half standing as the Queen slowly and graceful moves her index finger over the width of the board. The King tumbles down. The white piece rolls and falls to the floor and her hand retreats to its position on her lap. His face falls as his body does too and stares blankly ahead as He slumps back down into his chair. The loud hump echoes throughout the empty rooms. The Queen moves her traitorous hand and uses it to hold the weight of her head as she looks to her husband with a furrowed eyebrow.
The King looks into his wife’s eyes. He knew He was lucky to have her. If it were not for the Queen the war may have ended years earlier with his blood dripping from a spike in the marketplace. But lately, He realizes that her usually cheerful de-meanor has been absent and her smiling face has fallen. But he knows why. They are coming, they are getting closer, and her mind often strays to efforts to win the battle of ancient years. But even she is getting tired.
The two link arms and exit the room. But forgotten on the floor is the lonely white King, left behind, still rolling across the carpet. For weeks the piece is left alone but its continuous circle eventually stops as the floor is shaken and projectiles hit the old stone walls. Ladders lean against the castle and towers move closer like lionesses on the eldest antelope. The silence of the room is broken not by the cries outside but by the voice of The King as he storms into the room and slams the mahogany doors.
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His voice shrieks out and clutched in his hand is parch-ment with the signature of death, a parchment of treason and threat against His family. In agony he crumples the paper and tosses it onto the ground. The paper spirals down, unable to float, and lands atop the chess piece. The white king now has a castle. He mutters under his breath as he paces around the room. His hand shifts the sword buckled onto his belt. Dark circles the color of shade shine and paint the image of a rabid raccoon. His eyes are red and strained and his hair is tossed and pulled.
He continues to mutter and wring his hands but suddenly stops pacing and falls to the floor, slumped onto his knees and gazes not at the ceiling but beyond. He screams upwards and falls from his knees and his head descends heavily next to the crumpled paper. As his large hand picks up the offending docu-ment the white king rolls from its protective layers.
“The King has fallen.” He breathes out, barely audible. “The King has fallen, the King has fallen. The King must save the people.”
He gathers himself from the darkness of the floor and leans all his weight against the sturdy table. Upon its surface still resides the ivory board still set free from the last game. His hand slowly reaches across the board. His index finger protrudes from his fist and shakes. A steady hand was lost weeks ago. His hand quivers as it hovers above the opulent board. A tear rolls from his eye and his eye rest upon the pieces “I have to kill them. I have to end the blood line. I have to end this war.” Tears pour from his eyes and blind his lost vision. “I love you.” He knocks down the Queen.
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“distinctions” By Nora Salmon ‘14
I’m kanye aristotle jesus
van gogh jim morrison
freddie mercury harriet beecher stowe
artemis hendrix
ralph lauren I’m an iPhone 6s
You’re the bird crap on my car
my toilet bowl a dirty tampon a banana peel
100 thread count sheets pleather, leopard-print car seats
You’re Sprint
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“My Umbrella” by Abby Kielty ‘14
Sprawling, safe, and dry
Blooming like a sunflower on a stormy night
Hibernating in the closet, waiting for its debut
Waterproof, Willowy, and Whimsical
Used as a prop while I tango in the rain
In my hands, it is the ultimate dancing companion
Sturdy, stoic, and strong
Beating the strange man that approaches me
Left on the street as a run for my life
Soaring, Lost, and Sad
Aimlessly billowing through the wind
Landing on the doorstep of one who could never love it the way I
did
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