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2011
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A Publicaon of the Student
Goverment of the Francis W.
Parker School :
Published November 2011
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ISSUE ONE
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by Nick Coetzee
These pearly sands Ive grown to love,
The waves crash with foam of white,
I turn my head and look above
To see the reworks.
The sandpipers get a little scare;
They scamper across the tide.
The light from moons night glare
Illuminates the sand as the waves.
A special evening, without a doubt -
Every year it returns with relief.
This year, though, resolutions were stout,
Determined, but rather brief.
The warm ocean breeze runs through my hair
The waves crash on my feet in a heap
Nothing is better than this refreshing night air
Time to put this year to sleep.
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by Nicole Hunter
Singular man rowing on the black sea
That the man swears was blue at some point
Though that mightve been long ago
He does not know.
He rows his black boat in a straight line
because that is what his father told him to do
That if he did
he would end up somewhere better
And so the old man rows
In a straight line
Into the dark twister raging
not even a nautical mile away
When he notices
the little gray puppy had turned to a dog
And then he noticed that he had
Died
Any tears the man could have shed the body
refused to allow
So with eyes and mouth equally as dry asmonth old toast
he pushes the dog into the water
where it soon embraces him
Then takes him under
As if it were alive
Or envious of life
And then
The salt and pepper man
takes the oars again
And begins to row
Up a black wave
In the black sea
In a straight line.
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by Nicole Hunter
I dont remember your face
Nor your sound
Nor the presumably warm feeling of your embrace
Those memories were lost when I saw you last.
In place of all those other memories I was
branded with a scent
Your scent I mean
Not the most recent scent
That one I have luckily forgotten
The smell of what seemed to be thousands of years before
that when you were still animated
Live
You smelled like a man should
Like a lumberjack like that lumberjacks castle
and the pine forest where we used to hikeAnd the cigarettes that your granddad used to smoke.
He said that they would kill him.
And they did.
And now the same has happened to you
The charcoal still smells like cigarette smoke
and the dirt still smells like pine
In the castle where we couldnt see the sky
And the grave where I left that sweet smelling vine
Smells like both of those things combined.
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by Meghan Randolph
Its a street known across color lines,
Corners that change with neighborhoods,
Spiced by the world wafting through window screens.
Hidden in the depths of Rogers Park,
An overlooked intersection
On a street that never quiets,
Is a corner that paints blues and greens over door-
ways
With unabashed expression.
It speaks of tacos synonymous with futbol,
Serving wisdom dipped in salsa
To women holding babies swaddled in Africa.
A community being preached from the pulpit
Of a 24-hour Currency Exchange,
Sermons are spoken in the universal language
Of the body:Crooked smiles,
Eyebrows raised,
Eyes searching through the
Shadows of crinkled foreheads,
A hand outstretched.
Here no one cares if you speak
In broken English,
Because everyones a little bit
Broken.
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WhiteBy Ariel Kaufman
Its been a long time since
It really snowed.
Like a ower falling over your eye
In the glow of a clouded day,
When your ngers are frozen
In a sea of crystals shooting whiteness
Like a gun so silent
It can take your breath away
With nothing left but the tapping of your
heartbeat.
As the winds cease for a small moment
The oceans of glassy powder stop
Everything from moving
Like a forest re in a hurricane.
So for a nite momentI can put my nose to the window
And it casts a shadow
so white.
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by Nicole Hunter
When we went on the road
How long ago was that?
Feels distant as memories of our own birth
With our egos fat as the lords
And a hummer big as Americas fat ass
And a thousand bucks that we saved fromWhatever it was we did.
We thought it would be easy as picking a single blade of grass.
Between food and drinks we ended up in the
middle of the desert in Texas
dry as a chain smokers hello
with $40 for gas
good for 36 gallons
Good for 2 miles and some change.
I remember slapping you quick as a dominatrixs whip for crying
Wasting water as if we were in the middle of
Fucking lake Baikal
Instead of the biggest desert in America.Do you remember how we sat there and baked
Like pot addicts in the noon day sun?
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by Emily Lipson
Violently I squirm
Under the weight of the thick soil
Disagreeably pressing on my undeveloped buds
My seed is a product of the core below
The ground, the land, the moist, warm,
underlayers of thick crust of earth
act as my solicitous womb
I grow beneath the iron megopolis,
the coal-powered factory,
the toxic cestpools of crude oil waste
Detached from the industrial world,
I am but a creation of it
My home, infused with vitamins, minerals,
insects, termites, roots, and sediment
Is just an illusionAs my peeping stems
penetrate the walls of this haven
and seek the truth above
Where reality gleams its ostentatious light
That light is uorescent and
hangs heavy from a factory ceiling
Flickering without rhythm
I dont see the illumination,
but have a sure sense of it above me
Get me out of this natural abodeThe bright light of heaven is calling
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by Nicole Hunter
Mama, you always told me that life was like
being thrown into a desert
with no shoes no food
and just a small canteen of water.
She told me that life was going to be shit.
Thats exactly how she said it too.
Kiddo, life will be shit.Most likely youll never want to die though.
So youll drag yourself forward.
Gasping for water she said.
Wild with hunger.
Someone will whisper to you that if you make it
to the other side youll be rewarded with an eternal oasis.
And so you will trudge on
And if you are strong
Enough to hunt and eat the weak
Then every once and a while you will nd some water
But this will eventually dry up or the pull of paradise will pull you onAnd on.
A small paradise for the lucky with plump and wild geese
with palm and a coconut scented beach.
Mama, Im nearly at the other side of this desert.
Mama, since I started walking I have found no water, no oasis no peace
Mama, I fear that the desert does not end.
I fear that if it ends that all there will be is a chasm.
Mama, mama I fear you lied. I fear you lied to me. To get me to live.
Mama, and if you didnt then why did you yourself give up on your journey?
Mama, mama, all I see are marigolds.
I see no source of water nor does light touch this place.
Mama I fear that this is the end,
In this place with Marigolds where the sun does not show.
Mama I
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by Meghan Randolph
At my Grandmothers house
I used to collect reies.
I would gather them in my arms
And place them in mason jars,
Believing that somehowTheir luminescent heartbeats
Would ward off
The dark unknowns
Of a room
Unfortunately unfamiliar.
A room where Id sit
Knee-deep in memories,
Stuck on the possibility
That an eighth grade book report
And a sketchbook from 1983
Could somehow part theirGraphite lines
And offer up
My mother.
At my Grandmothers houseThey call me Suze
Because my face paints
Lines that are
Mirror images
Sought out only
To comfort a family
Missing a member.
But there is transparency
In my purpose.
Like the tiny reies innocently kept
To protect
Against all that cant even be seen,
I am just a faade.
Nostalgia plays tricks
On the eyes,
And life
Has a funny taste for irony,
So what is seen
Is just a mirage
Of what wants to be seen
At my Grandmothers house.
At my Grandmothers House
I used to collect reies.
I would gather them in my arms
And place them in mason jars.
But like all things do
At my Grandmothers house,
My reies are sinkingTo the bottom of the mason jar,
Fading with each pulse
Of their lights
Going
Out.
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by Nina Friend
Regret is the prison cellThat locks us behind steel
Leaves the key within our sight
A choice we cant repeal
Looking out the cell window
Sky churns stormy madness
Youd never see a rainbow
Your smile drooping sadness
Regret a single moment
The slow blink of an eye
Leaves you clinging to that moment
Keeps you wondering why
by Noah Mintz
Sitting, on the ground
They stay,A pair of shoes, once mobile
Now so forgotten and lifeless,
Brown, like leaves in Fall
Are they,
Laces tying together
The two too still empty shells,
The stitching on the sides winds
Its way,
Around the dark canvasLike treading to a churchyard,
These vacant vessels that carried
Through days,
Falling with each step,
Have fallen.
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by Meghan Randolph
Wind whispered
conspiracies in between her toes
when he opened the sheets up like
double doors.
Her eyelids uttered
to the beat
of his keys jangling towards
always leaving.When the breath
escaped the souls
of his feet,
her cheeks burned
like red lights on sallow skin,
sunken with broken promises.
But her bones couldnt stop
gossiping.
They chattered about
the love she thoughtshe made a verb,
and the words
tailgated red blood cells
through heart valves,
lling holes in with roses.
But roots cant breath in blood,
and owers always
wilt in winter.
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by Nicole Hunter
Dance, Dance little puppet
Dressed in blue and green
Twirl like re
Churns when fed on wood and esh
Dance until your arms and legs grow weary
And then dance some more
Until you realize that the voice speaking is not your own
And the strings attached to every part
Of your wooden body
Then suffer until the pain becomes too much
And the mind turns to mush.
Then with the last you have light it upAnd watch it burn.
Flecks of skin sizzle like strips of bacon
In the frying pan that your mama never made for you.
And my prince
The princess, and the king and queen
Will burn like
logs into a roaring ame
Watch it all turn to dust and know that you will not burn
Though the res leathery tongue will lick the
cheek singeing what used to be pristine wood.
Watch until the black pearls the master gave you
for eyes fall out and then smellThe ash youve created. Huff it like a coke addict
huffs snuff after a six month rehab program
And when you have gotten used to the scent
Then remember the sight, the smell and the sound of
your dearly beloveds scream
The maggots and worms will not come for you or the strings
attached to you instead they will eat around.
Everyone around you.
The coyotes will come and feast upon the
deeply cooked esh that used to be the man
You wereYoull hear the ripping ligaments and the rending of esh.
You shall not sleep, there is no respite for you here.
Then years from then when the land has
long since been repaired
And you stick out like a sore thumb
you will be whisked away
By the masters son.
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By Meghan Randolph
Flower children between the moons
Kicking off their shoes to feel their feet running
Free, stringing stars to adorn themselves in wild
Costumes, and breaking through
Unknown astronomical layers lost in the wild
Night sky. And while theyre running
Free, the night time dreams of moons;
Moons running wild
Through
Wild running moons
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Tali Halpern........................................................3, 13, 38
Halle Farago.................................................4, 5, 6, 7, 32
Nick Coetzee................................................................ ..6
Nicole Hunter..........................................7, 12, 20, 27, 42
Alexandra Harmel.........................................8, 10, 48, 49
Finnian Macmanus...................................................9, 25
Noah Mintz..............................................................11, 37
Patrick Hartman...............................................12, 33, 41Meghan Randolph.................................14, 15, 34, 39, 47
Ariel Kaufman..............................................................16
Eliza Mozer.............................................................17, 21
Andy Gordon..........................................................18, 19
Evan Silver........................................................22, 23, 43
Naomi Saito............................................................22, 23
Zo Sonnenberg............................................................24
Emily Lipson................................................................26
Chloe Slzas.................................................................28Hannah Figa................................................................29
Arielle Homer.........................................................30, 31
Lucy Svoboda...............................................................32
Rachel Tseng....................................................34, 35, 46
Lauren Wiebe...............................................................36
Caroline Carter.......................................................... .36
Nina Friend.................................................................37
Lucy Hartman.......................................................... ...40
Lily Homer.............................................................44, 45
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