In a Deep and Dark December

 Sometimes Simon and Garfunkel say it best: "A winter's day/in a deep and dark December."  Our editors and writers went a little dark this time . . . but sometimes in the darkest time of the year, we just need to embrace the sense of hibernation it demands.  We hope you enjoy our offerings this month!

Pluviophile

 

“Pluviophile” I whisper up to the sky,

A word that defines me, and I’ll tell you why.

One who finds comfort in warm summer showers

The quiet pitter patter on windows of ours

 

When the sun hides away

and the sky turns gray

When the clouds start to cry

A tear falls from my eye

 

It falls into the puddle, under my shoes

Filled with grief and behavior I constantly excuse

“I’ll give them one last chance,” I told my best friend

But we both knew it would not be the end.

 

Just like how the rain would never stop falling

I’m following a voice that won’t ever stop calling.

For the voice knows the hold it has over me,

I fear from that voice I will never be free.

 

But I will continue following your voice

Knowing I wouldn’t ever be your first choice.

I’ll keep trying to change you, I’ll be kind to you too

Because all I’ve ever wanted was to be a pluviophile with you.

by Anya A., Grade 9

Artwork by Mackenzie J., Grade 8

World

            Why is it so loud in here, it’s not supposed to be loud…

 

              Many people talking, screaming, no not screaming shouting loud loud loud,                     Door wide open

                     Hospital Lights 

Hospital Smell

Tap tap taping pencil…feet….homework…oh god homework

                                                Why would someone push it off so much

    I would push it off so much

So much

So much

                    Green cabinets     The Smell Of Rain

 

LOUD CRACK BANG and RUMBLE  RUMBLE

            Hot hot face         can’t breath, hot tears hot face… run…get out…why

                                No, this was supposed to happen always supposed to happen

                                BANG CRACK RUMBLE

by Rowan F., Grade 8

Artwork by Richard W., Grade 8

easy

We don’t need you,

    little dog.

Hence, I can serve the usual suspects.

 

I’m as mad      as you      remember.

 

Kiss

another fine mess.

Just

another fine mess.

 

Every special moment was a

    d i s c o n t e n t   d  r   e    a     m      .

The truth, if tranquil, would suffer like family…

Frankly, my dear, ask yourself who is between

Grace       and        give,

 

Wicked &

Wither.

by Anya A. and Avery H. 

(A poem began with magnetic poetry)

Artwork by Richard W., Grade 8