The birds sing louder…
Not because of joy or pain,
Or sadness or fear.
They sing louder because,
The cars howl under their homes.
Yannick Wallace
2012
The birds sing louder…
Not because of joy or pain,
Or sadness or fear.
They sing louder because,
The cars howl under their homes.
Yannick Wallace
2012
you need something poeticfor your songlike seafoam green wallsbare and picture-lessa sun-soaked skyabove a crashing waterfallor a hat blown off in the winda crazy mind that can interpret numbersa child deep within the coves of slumberyou need a rhyme to make a dimesome guitar stringsand a little timesomething to sing aboutand a steady beatlike footsteps…
Calliope,She spoke to me,Unchained my mind and set me free,Unleashed a world of imagery,I now know what it is to be,A man of possibility,Brimming with sagacity,Speaking with voracity,Writing with audacity,Skill at full capacity,But…I didn’t have a pen. Gabriel Henninger2015
Maja Kramer, ‘20
Throughout my whole life I was always shy;Hiding behind a mask of my own design;Never did set free or fly way too high;But that mask has decided to resign.I will start to reveal what is below;All the cracks and scars that were never shownWill cry to the world “I will say hello!”I’ll be the girl…
BRIDGE TO NOWHEREEllie Convie ’15
There once was a man on the moonWho made all the ladies swoonHe sat drinking his wineWhich was so fineAnd declared he would return home soon!Every child at one time or another declares that the moon ismade of cheese; this is the story of the man who proved that it reallywas.As a young boy growing…