Cold Season, Warm Welcome

 It has been a start of the year like no other, and the first edition of our online magazine has been slightly delayed!  But we are glad you have come to join us in this space.  We have already enjoyed a memorable online coffeehouse event, our opening editor's meeting for the year, and some time to come together as a team of writers and artists.  But of course it is your submissions that make this annual online magazine what it is.  We hope that YOU will become a part of Sevenatenine by emailing submissions to your English teacher or to one of our student editors. 

Enjoy this preview of the excellent work we will share this year on Sevenatenine, your Holicong Middle School literary magazine.  

Leaves

How silently they come

Drawn off branches

To lay a carpet on the ground

 

I imagine a sandbox in this leaf

Mixed with fire and sun

Colors gleaming

Rough, colorful, dry

 

Curled like the ends of my hair in the wind

Dancing as the wind brushes by

Till no more.

by Inaya K., Grade 9

Artwork by Jane H., Grade 9

Spills

Spills equal disappointment,

embarrassment.

Shame

s p r e a d s

and soaks through every layer of you. 

Like ketchup sprayed on a white shirt.  

Spilling on something you love, 

from someone you love.

their kindness now covered by the smell of coffee. 

S1 Ep1: A Dunkin Donuts Disaster

Ideas,

well, they spill too.

Meeting someone for the first or the hundredth time,

slooooow and controlled words suddenly jolt,

and you begin to tell them about the pimple on your forehead,

your hopes,

your dreams and aspirations.  

by Zoe L., Grade 9

Artwork by Molly P., Grade 9

Artwork by Molly P., Grade 9