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SKIN DEEP
by Hannah Lancman '22
With a shallow person,
Surrender is key
Because not even a small boat
Can stay afloat
In ankle-deep personality
Only minnows and hermit crabs
And seaweed and bottle caps
Live here without a doubt
Simplicity is needed
In a petty little pool
Young and immature
A pretty little fool
Splashing in threes
Treat it with a smile
Don’t give it too much thought
Easy for all the while
Until the waves are huge
And minnows seeking food
Desperately swallow the sand you so carefully combed
And I am here to rescue
When you are seeking refuge
If you would care not to clip your claws at me
Removing the bottle caps and feeding the fish
Giving the hermits the shells that they wish
Calm the shallow water and comb the sand
Humoring your skin deep mind
To keep the waves at bay
I look around in the water and wade
Then my eyes go wide and I feel afraid
The sand has absorbed all the water
Your empty smile looks back at me
Foolishly talking about your blue, blue water
While dry sand covers your empty shell
Pinhole Camera Landscape
by Julian Duberstein '23
I was experimenting with depth of field and exposure times through a pinhole camera and produced this photo of a public school entrance.
I developed and printed it myself, and also explored a new method of applying the developer to produce the tone with a patinaed, aureole effect.
fruitfly
by betty spinrad '23
from what i can tell,
there’s not much to say.
that is to say,
i think it can be told -
some might say
to have is to hold,
caul being cave
cold embrace and
scold a face not
much unlike the shell
molded mauve without
heat,
save that fevered birth.
and if a cord is severed,
how clever must one stay
if ever one could have sold
stall smiling teal.
smother lens
smog catches long
after which nothing
can be told.
and if be life cold,
what of it after
or before air is borne,
cotton to pinks and greens
bon vivant
c’est la vie
all pithy without fruit:
if this be the root,
wherefore a home forlorn
sans branch nor any wood?
The Burning Building
by Sam Zaslow-Braverman '23
If I have to be honest, I’m having some trouble
Making eye contact with strangers
If a building collapses, and I’m covered with rubble
Will they leave me there, in danger?
My trust in the common man is gone
Whether that’s good, I’m not sure
The decent are nothing more than pawns
In the game twixt bad and worse
Grabs for grabs for grabs for power
And for what? The world’s not infinite
I wish I could scream louder
I’d scream one thing, and this would be it:
Come on down to Larry’s Sandwich Hut, where the value of your dollar makes you wanna holler! Our scrumptious salami sandwiches are seventeen percent off for a limited time, and when you buy our Yummy-In-My-Tummy Tater Tot Super-Sized Satchel, you’ll get select fountain drinks free of charge! Now that’s something to smile about! Larry’s Sandwich Hut: Relish the Prices!
I’m scared of people and their minds
‘Cause we’ll save ourselves whenever we must
A tornado starts, you’re left behind
Choking on the stampede’s dust
When the building’s on fire and you have to get out
Who will you save? A stranger? A friend?
Time’s running out! Without a doubt
No matter your choice, a life will end
So, who will it be? You have to choose
Yourself or another? I’ll guess your answer
I’d do the same, cause it’s just human instinct
But you wanna know what else is human instinct?
Loving the delicious food down at Larry’s Sandwich Hut! My views on the merit of humanity may be skewed and depraved, but our prices sure aren’t! The only things we here at Larry’s Sandwich Hut would save from a burning building are our perfect pastrami platters, served on a beguiling brioche bun and a side of Cape Cod chips! For a limited time, these delicious deli meats are Larry’s treat! Just use the promo code “CRY-FOR-HELP” at checkout on the all-new Larry’s Sandwich Hut app! Larry’s Sandwich Hut: Eat, bubeleh, eat!
Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am
That’s right! The only thing I’m wrong about is that our food is bad! But it isn’t! It’s tasty!
Hastily running for the exit, leaving the dying behind
Besides, who wouldn’t want to run for the exit, cause the further you are from a burning building, the closer you are to Larry—
--Carry that with you, ponder it despondently
Responsibly head on over to the ‘Hut, everyone’s dying to get in!
Begin to think about what you could do bet—
--ter eat our food or I’m out of a job! Hahahaha!
We need better people to make the world a better place
Race you to Larry’s!
Don’t tarry, just evaluate--
--Appreciate the savings
Craving a reason--
--Tis the season for sandwich--
--Anguish over the state of--
-- our food is better than ever!
Never doubt for a second--
--That our facilities have passed the health inspec—
--t your value—
--of your dollar makes you wanna
Holler
Holler
HOLLER
HOLLER
Yeah, so come on down to Larry’s Sandwich Hut, for a limited time, we have a lot of whatever this is.
flower fabric design
by Chava Herniter '23
I wanted to create a fabric pattern that did not have any direction. I sent my design to be printed and I plan on using this fabric to sew a bag.
What Might Be Her Emotion
by Nomi Har-El '25
What is her emotion, perhaps
Fresh and sweet air
Cool breezes and beautiful sights
A cool yet warm breeze
Her harsh and unkind air,
Draining and scorching sun
Empty and sad sight
Perhaps she is sad and filled with deep wounds
Although she can bring
Flowers and green filled streets
Pumpkins and warm tones
Warmth of the kind sun
She is happy and at peace
Healing her wounds with the vines of spring
Creating a beautiful world through her expression
Let her be at peace
Do not unleash the deep and dark wounds
Healed by her nature
She loves her life and abilities
Although she is always alone
Utterly consumed by her storms and tornadoes of emotions
Then comes the moonlight her happiness
The peace and sweetness of her abilities
She realizes something we will never understand
The calm after the storm...
baby blanket 3
by Chava Herniter '23
This is a crochet baby blanket. It was made to be donated to hospitals for newborns.
It's All About Her
by Lily Glass '22
Do you know what happened to her last weekend?
I heard she was drinking.
Do you know what she was wearing?
She was asking for it.
He denied it,
She’s just lying for attention.
But what about her?
The thoughts racing through her mind,
The self-doubt starts to settle in,
‘Maybe it really was my fault.’
And her fears?
Obviously, she dreads and avoids the aggressor.
Then there’s the anguish she refuses to admit:
Judgment.
The Angel
by Sam Zaslow-Braverman '23
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
And in another world, maybe I'm whole again
I did another twirl, the bullet hole's closed again
But I lack the senses, I've gone and frozen again
I don't know what sense is. I'll never really know it again
Reese packs his bag at the door, picks dirty clothes up off the floor,
Makes himself bacon in the microwave, plate's hot to the core
Runs out of the house, pajama-clad, he lacks time to waste
His dad departed the day he got his driver license, made haste
Reese pulls up at Siegel High, his 1997 Talon by Eagle
Flies into a parking space, racing to class, feeling feeble
Time management was never meant to be his foible
He walks alone through the halls where couples get coital
In his hand he holds the homework assignment he had missed
Plans to hand it in to Mrs. Murphy, hope she grades this
In back of him, a boy of slight stature raises a rifle
Pop. Mic drop, life stopped. Breath stifled
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
And in another world, maybe I'm whole again
I did another twirl, the bullet hole's closed again
But I lack the senses, I've gone and frozen again
I don't know what sense is. I'll never really know it again
Imani wakes up at eight-o-clock just like Reese does
She makes up with her sister before she leaves, just cause
The two had an insignificant fight the night before
She says I love you, her sister says I love you more
She stops to grab lunch at a deli, she didn't pack it that day
Alarm clock shorted out, she slept all her extra time away
She grabs a bag of corn chips as a side to her meal
Meanwhile, a man walks in, white, with glasses, eyes narrowed, uncomfortable feel
She pays for the sandwich and digs around in her wallet for tips
Adding to the jar on the counter, a smile on her lips
In back of her, the man opens his pack and draws a handgun–
Pop. Mic drop, life stopped. Breath done.
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
And in another world, maybe I'm whole again
I did another twirl, the bullet hole's closed again
But I lack the senses, I've gone and frozen again
I don't know what sense is. I'll never really know it again
Ever since yesterday and today and tomorrow I wonder if I'm next
If I'll be sitting in a food court and a bullet will hit my head or my chest
If I'll take a shot to the heart in my home turf, a movie theater
If I'll be blown off my chair in a classroom, previous worries were test-cheaters
If I'm killed in cold blood in a supermarket, the whims of an Evangelical
If I meet my maker in a synagogue, heart stopped by antisemitism, can't wait for medical
If a 9-gauge sweeps me off my feet while I'm suit-shopping, will I sob or will I seethe?
If an automatic wipes me out at the shopping mall, is that the last place I'm gonna breathe?
On the subject of last breaths, will mine be an inhale or an exhale? I need the details.
Because my day might be coming, some lost soul with a pistol will kill me, actions beyond the pale
Your thoughts and prayers flatter me, but mostly they just fall on dead ears, can't listen
Your judgements and stares cause blood splatter, see, only fueling our fears. Carnal tradition.
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
Keep praying for me, keep praying for me
The Angel can't save me if you're praying for me
And in another world, maybe I'm whole again
I did another twirl, the bullet hole's closed again
But I lack the senses, I've gone and frozen again
I don't know what sense is. I'll never really
crochet top
By Chava Herniter '23
This is my first wearable piece of crochet. It is my goal to be able to create my own clothes.
Stop Pretending
by Keira Jacobi '26
Stop pretending
We all know you’re a fake
A brainwasher
A mind controller
No one knows
Who you really are
Why you constantly
Pretend
Why you constantly
Force and pull
At our minds
We ongoingly
Stopping you
From hurting us
Honestly
There is no honest
Do you know
Who you are
Are you trying
To pull us on a thread
Treading us into
Your every move
Stop pretending
Or are you just someone
On the end of a line
Filing out requests
Someone
At the bottom of the leash
A treacherous being in your mind
Everlasting
Controlling you
Stop Pretending
Do you hide yourself
Your face in the dark
Your back turned away
A pile of tumbling rocks
Crumbling waves
How can we trust
Anything about you
When you don’t even know
What you're saying
What’s pushing you
To the edge of the cliff
Stop Pretending
Immaturity
by Hannah Lancman '22
When the water barely reaches the ankles
Surrender is key
Because not even a small boat
Can stay afloat
In anything besides a sea
Only minnows and hermit crabs
And seaweed and bottle caps
Live here without a doubt
Simplicity is needed
In a petty little pool
Young and immature
A pretty little fool
Splashing in threes
Treat it with a smile
Don’t give it too much thought
Easy for all the while
Until the waves are huge
And minnows seeking food
Desperately swallow the stings of bees
And I am here to rescue
When you are seeking refuge
If you would care not to clip your claws at me
Removing the bottle caps and feeding the fish
Giving the hermits the shells that they wish
Calm the shallow water under a palm tree
But where is the shade?
I look around in the water and wade
Then my eyes go wide and I feel afraid
Empty water has no shadow
crochet blanket
by Chava Herniter '23
I saw this fluffy yarn and I knew I needed this in my life. So, I bought it and made a blanket.
Lethal
By Rafael Turetsky '23
A seemingly endless screech of burning tires scrapes the firm surface
the reckless driver with an animalistic mood
shouts, barks, demands us to step out of the bus, single file
no sympathy, no prayer.
Honed, stony, excruciating gravel brushes my scuff slippers
a loud, intensifying, crackling noise increases
a rapid feeling of despair,
as we shuffle towards the cold building, home.
A red brick building,
shiny steel bars
reflecting off my lenses,
a flaw; a smell of reality racing through
Entering the building
immediate smell of rotten food floods rapidly through my nostrils,
visible discomforts, deteriorating walls, tiles chipped in such angles
disarray; no genuine care given
A muscular guard, six-foot, wearing a professional uniform,
a 40. strapped to his side,
leads me to my chamber,
a resting place, for now
The irritating squeal of the cell opening and closing
rings through the solemn building
minutes passing like hours, hours as days
constant boredom, uncertainty, laying right next to me
Blaring boots stomping
jingling keys approach my cell; confusion raves upon me.
the guard explains; confirming my fate,
I nod in agreement
A meal filled with sorrow
regret, confusion
an unseasoned mush of food
salted by teardrops dripping off my cheek.
Yanked from my stool
escorted down the hall into a dark room,
small in size
claustrophobic to most
The room is lit,
a glim bed
with a white sheet,
a pillow accompanied with scratchy paper over it
Solemn people stare
as final words are spoken,
I sit back, not scared of fate
but reflect on the past
A vivid memory
the kitchen knife
twisted into the spine
laying on the ground, blood gushing out
As I’m strapped in tightly
on the cold hard bed
the needle slided into my arm
did not take my life away,
I did myself.
picnic dress
by Chava Herniter '23
I based this dress off of an existing dress that I own and love. I then took its measurements and created pattern pieces and then made this new dress.
ladies
by Chava Herniter '23
I was lucky enough to take the studio art class in school. This was my final piece that features some models from our student body.
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