Just as the name January comes to us from a Roman god, Janus, with two faces, so our post this month reflects love and peril, loss and adventure, nostalgia and Nikes. Writing and art are amalgams of all that we are.
We hope you enjoy the fruits of our labor as a new calendar year begins!
|Artwork by Chris H., Grade 8|
A Peril Love
Let it be known:
Our novel love is a prototype
for the screen.
Exemplary and abiding,
sure to age just as the eternal stars did.
But time will wisp aways
its evocation a souvenir,
its echo imprinted for us only.
Only to rewind and behold,
for only to us is it bared
To witness out affection disperse and tear,
to implode like the stars,
to survey the damage and fall to bits,
reliving the dismantled fiction,
would be all too dire.
To adore you is a tragedy in of itself,
for there are possibilities
I’m not willing to chance.
Until we meet our demise will I cherish it dear.
For our love, though a peril jeopardy, is darling in the worst way.
for now, let this stay.
By Avery H., Grade 9
Instead of looking through a keyhole, find the key and open the door
Something I learnt too late.
My world came crashing down
My timbers of support have fallen
In scarlet red flames and booming explosions
And I kept looking for the perpetrator
Holding the torch in their hand
I spent so much time looking out,
I didn’t stop and look down
To see the burnt-out match
Resting between my splintered fingers
by Nia H., Grade 9
These Are (Not and Never Will Be) My Words
False, false words are ones that constantly flow out of our mouths
False are the words I will say (Nobody know, except me.)
THE WORDS I SPEAK ARE NOT WHAT I WANT TO SAY.
DON’T MAKE ME SAY MY REAL FEELINGS,
the mask I wear may crack, and fall to the ground in ashes
my composure may shatter as well as my happiness,
LIFE IS NEVER FOREVER.
WHY DID I BECOME ATTACHED
STOP MY PAIN
HELP ME, I BEG
I AM ON MY KNEES
STOP MY PROBLEMS FROM LEAKING OUT
my feelings are overflowing, they’re spilling
WHY WON’T IT STOP,
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
YOU CAN’T HELP ME
why am I so naïve. always so stupid. always so sad.
CRYING SHOWS WEAKNESS, I AM WEAK.
WHY AM I CRYING?
I substitute my words to cover my sorrow.
I won’t break in front of everyone.
why did you die? Why do I have to speak at your funeral?
I now need to pretend that the words are mine (they aren’t, and never will be).
why did you leave me, to say these words, as if I’m being graded
because you died.
by Ellana K., Grade 7
A Quiet Moment
I love my purple life jacket.
The one from the back room.
It fits snuggly.
All new and different.
Things I’ve never done before.
Helpful hand guides me.
Lucky hat for success,
fresh bait on the hook.
He casts, I watch.
How wonderful he is;
Gentle heart, strong mind.
Love is a word I use to describe.
He casts over his shoulder
Standing tall, soft as a bear.
He hands me the rod.
We watch and wait.
A moment so simple,
yet ever so special.
It’s not when,
or how, or where,
Thank you, Grandpa.
by Julia N., Grade 9