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MAGAZINE Volume VII, Issue 1, Winter 2021


The Edge Echo Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 1 Winter 2021


Contents Cliff ’s Blossom, Sophia Tang ’21.............................................1

Lost but Not Found, Vivian Chuang ’21............................. 39

Edge of Reality, Jacob Stephenson ’21................................. 2

Cold, Ella Blecher ’22............................................................40

Oxford Daisies, Kendree Chen ’21........................................ 3

Ode to Maybe, Audrey Wu ’21............................................. 41

The Sea Gets Its Salt from Tears, Ripley Bright ’21........... 4

African Daisy, Kendree Chen ’21........................................42

Moon and Sea, Quincy Treisman ’23................................... 5

Burn, Quincy Treisman ’23..................................................43

If I Could Fly, Quincy Treisman ’23..................................... 6

The Mountain, Quinn McCaffrey ’23.................................44

Watching Life Fly Past, Ripley Bright ’21............................ 7

View, Quincy Treisman ’23..................................................45

Unfinished Sentences, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23........... 8

The Edge of the Roof, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23..........46

Shades of Blue, Quincy Treisman ’23................................... 9

Cover, Vivian Chuang ’21......................................................47

Runaway, Vivian Chuang ’21............................................... 10

Lonely Heart 2, Quincy Treisman ’23................................48

Volcano, Ripley Bright ’21..................................................... 11

Art and Gasoline, Kendree Chen ’21..................................49

Eye, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23........................................ 12

Stuck, Quincy Treisman ’23.................................................50

The Boy Who Drank Helium, Audrey Wu ’21....................13

Silent, Quincy Treisman ’23..................................................51

Under Pressure, Audrey Chuang ’23.................................. 14

Rainsong, Sue Kelman ’21..................................................... 52

The Edge of the Road, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23..........15

Waiting, Kendree Chen ’21.................................................. 53

Trapped, Audrey Chuang ’23............................................... 16

Little Stray Thoughts, Ripley Bright ’21............................54

Stuck, Quincy Treisman ’23..................................................17

Kamrock, Day Form, Ezra Wolfson ’23............................. 55

Translucent, Vivian Chuang ’21........................................... 18

Broken Promise, Audrey Chuang ’23.................................. 56

Memories, Kendree Chen ’21............................................... 19

Kamrock, Night Form, Ezra Wolfson ’23........................... 57

Asana, Sophia Tang ’21......................................................... 21

School, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23................................... 58

i won’t hurt you like i hurt me, Audrey Wu ’21................. 22

Think about It: Part I, Owen Huang ’23............................ 59

Water’s Edge, Vivian Chuang ’21........................................ 23

Gray Heart, Ella Blecher ’22................................................60

Lonely Hearts, Quincy Treisman ’23.................................24

Hate and Love, Quincy Treisman ’23................................. 61

Lies, Audrey Chuang ’23....................................................... 25

Think about It: Part II, Owen Huang ’23..........................62

Mask, Thierrence Mathurin ’21..........................................26

Heartstrings, Madeleine Wu ’23......................................... 63

Hidden but Still There, Audrey Chuang ’23...................... 27

Pledge of the Heart, Vivian Chuang ’21.............................64

George Floyd, Ellora Roy ’21................................................28

Outside, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23................................. 65

Difference, Quincy Treisman ’23.........................................29

Crumble, Quincy Treisman ’23...........................................66

How Do You, Ripley Bright ’21............................................30

And They Don’t Tell You

The Edge of Division, Owen Huang ’23..............................31

This Part, Ripley Bright ’21.............................................. 67

Ghost Prisoner, Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson ’21.............. 32

Sketch, Kendree Chen ’21.....................................................68

I Don’t Know, Vivian Chuang ’21........................................ 33

Nothing’s Wrong, Kendree Chen ’21.................................69

Everywhere at Once, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23...........34

Drowning, Madeleine Wu ’23..............................................70

Acorn Moments, Ripley Bright ’21...................................... 35

Bored With Time, Vivian Chuang ’21..................................71

Invisibility, Vivian Chuang ’21............................................. 37

Red Valerian, Kendree Chen ’21......................................... 72

Breaking Through, Kendree Chen ’21................................ 38

Entropy, Kendree Chen ’21.................................................. 73


Reflection, Kendree Chen ’21............................................... 74

On Humans and Elements

Harmony, Vivian Chuang ’21............................................... 75

Undergoing Nuclear Fusion, Kendree Chen ’21.......... 111

Ellipsis, Audrey Wu ’21......................................................... 76

Overthink Me, Vivian Chuang ’21......................................112

Burn, Ripley Bright ’21.......................................................... 77

Too Bright, Ripley Bright ’21...............................................113

The Hidden Devil, Audrey Chuang ’23.............................. 78

Alone, Quincy Treisman ’23................................................114

Devil’s Voice, Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson ’21.................. 79

Free, Sue Kelman ’21.............................................................115

Call Me by My Other Name, Ripley Bright ’21.................80

Hiding, Audrey Chuang ’23.................................................116

Sandstorm, Madeleine Wu ’23............................................ 81

We Know Where We Are, Sophia Tang ’21.......................117

Footsteps, Audrey Chuang ’23.............................................82

Trust Fall, Vivian Chuang ’21.............................................118

Dear You, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23.............................. 83

Sunlight, Kendree Chen ’21.................................................119

Open Sky, Quincy Treisman ’23...........................................84

Silence, Sue Kelman ’21....................................................... 120

Sunset, Audrey Chuang ’23.................................................. 85

Earth, Quincy Treisman ’23................................................121

Broken, Quincy Treisman ’23..............................................86 Flying, Quincy Treisman ’23................................................ 87

Contributors....................................................... 122

The World Away, Ripley Bright ’21.....................................88

Editorial Staff..................................................... 123

Cliff ’s Edge, Lydia Scharer ’23.............................................89 Lines in the Sand, Kendree Chen ’21..................................90 Ze Eyes, Ella Blecher ’22....................................................... 91 I the Shadow, Ripley Bright ’21...........................................92 Refraction, Kendree Chen ’21.............................................. 93 Locked, Vivian Chuang ’21...................................................94 call me … , Kendree Chen ’21............................................... 95 Memories, Audrey Chuang ’23............................................96 Different on the Surface, Audrey Chuang ’23................... 97 Tomorrow!, Ripley Bright ’21...............................................98 Ghostly Boy, Thierrence Mathurin ’21..............................99 I Have Never Seen Tsunamis, Ripley Bright ’21.............100 Wings, Quincy Treisman ’23...............................................101 Butterflies, Ripley Bright.................................................... 102 Happy, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23................................. 103 Safe, Kendree Chen ’21.......................................................104 Look Up, Quincy Treisman ’23.......................................... 105 Someday, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23............................. 106 Pansy, Kendree Chen ’21.................................................... 107 Spectrum of Luck, Vivian Chuang ’21.............................. 108 Goodbye, Kendree Chen ’23............................................... 109 Decisions, Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson ’21.......................110

Faculty Advisor................................................. 123 Design and Production................................... 123


Introduction to the Theme The Edge This semester's Echo magazine theme really inspired our artists and writers, as we received a record number of pieces. In times of COVID, our contributors took the idea of edge in lots of great directions: the edge of a new world, the edge of a cliff, the edge of life and death. We’d like to thank all of our contributors for their wonderful work! We hope you enjoy it! Ripley Bright ’21, Kendree Chen ’21, Audrey Chuang ’23, Vivian Chuang ’21, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23, Owen Huang ’23, Sue Kelman ’21, Thierrence Mathurin ’21, Quinn McCaffrey ’23, Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson ’21, Jacob Stephenson ’21, Quincy Treisman ’23, Ezra Wolfson ’23, Audrey Wu ’21


Cliff's Blossom Sophia Tang ’21

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Edge of Reality Jacob Stephenson ’21 All stories have two sides All truths have a lie All moons have a darker side Is all of this a lie? People are both good and bad Everyone is both happy and sad We are all going slightly mad But is it all really that bad? I’m falling off the edge of reality Truths and lies are falling apart I’m not alone, I have my friends I’m falling off the edge of reality And the world is burning down

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Oxford Daisies Kendree Chen ’21

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The Sea Gets Its Salt from Tears Ripley Bright ’21 A gray blanket, rolling in, to steal glass beads from the sky the shipwrecker - his chariots arise from folded breath a booming voice; both sweet and sickening the rocks to toss upon leave wounds of salt in crevicesa rope, a lasso, connect to the heart pulling under, tussled and tossed - no care for mortality a bed of sand and seaweed to be a prisoner, mistaken as a deity no direct sunlight - all is blue. Above, hear those crashing waves and the voice like gravel underfoot and then the tug to continue down - to open arms to where some have been before but none return. Sit on salt-wounds, look to blanketed imprisonment hear gulls, the cries of lost souls pulled under by charming fear that tug is known, do not comply the blue sky gone long ago Know the voices echo in a head - and thank the nymph release, pull back, pull up free the carriers of fear the sea gets its salt from the tears.

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Moon and Sea Quincy Treisman ’23

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If I Could Fly Quincy Treisman ’23 If I could fly I would dance with the moon and sing with the stars. If I could fly I would float on the clouds. If I could fly I would dream with the sun and catch the blue sky. If I could fly I would soar above the people leave myself on the ground and dance with the moon.

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Watching Life Fly Past Ripley Bright ’21

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Unfinished Sentences Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23 There is a invisible wall between us I can’t talk to you, you can’t talk to me. I am as distant as the clouds, the bottom of the sea you are stone cold impossible to reach. Memories of happiness are gone now there is this empty void I am confused what to do with this. But all I am capable of doing now is standing here, silent. There are no words to describe what is happening, there is no way to make it better except avoiding each other’s company but as I walk away from my problems, I take one glance back.

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Shades of Blue Quincy Treisman ’23

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Runaway Vivian Chuang ’21 Rocks, boulders obstacles blocking the way to freedom But you can tackle it you know it but then There is a person holding a list of questions interrogating you judging you Maybe it's the clothes you’re wearing or the hairstyle you chose or maybe it’s the lip gloss and the blush you put on

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To feel proud But that person is staring at you you can tell they are judging and don’t like what they see So you run run as fast as your measly, skinny legs can take you You don’t want to face that problem that scary confrontation No, you will just run, runaway

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Volcano Ripley Bright ’21 She is calm on the outside. Serene, even not a pebble out of place. Her magma bubbles under a thick crust that’s impenetrable. But tectonic plates are shifting so her crust is cracking and that red-hot fire can’t be contained anymore so she erupts.

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Eye Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23

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The Boy Who Drank Helium Audrey Wu ’21 We only get 672,768,000 breaths 12 breaths per minute each one like kettle corn and delirium stinging your smokey eyes until they burn like embers how many times will I get breathless how many times will I forget my name how many times will I feel alive how many more... no one ever asks the earth if she ever gets tired of spinning no one ever asks the moon why she wanes we just assume that they do that they always will I see him crossing the street garish red balloon in a hand that's trembling like it won't ever stop like he won't ever stop his boots hit the pavement and his head pulses against his skull and all at once those 672, 768, 000 breaths are taken away his hand frees the balloon and I almost swear I see him go with it... but he’s gone another crack in the pavement we’ll just walk over

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Under Pressure Audrey Chuang ’23 They’re talking with their friends you wish you were one of them and now they’re staring at you judging you again how many times do you wish you were invisible? how often do you feel insecure about things you can’t change? what would you give to feel like you belong? maybe it's the forced laughs the dirty looks the teacher singling you out in front of the whole class doesn't matter if they’re praising you it's barely different from them shaming you your face turns red it’s no big deal but to you, it is

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The Edge of the Road Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23

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Trapped Audrey Chuang ’23 Let her out of the cage let her stretch out her wings and fly free see the world achieve her dreams Stuck in my imagination don't let me lose myself end the war in my head

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Stuck Quincy Treisman ’23

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Translucent Vivian Chuang ’21 You feel… Nothing And everything At once Your soul Is gone You are floating And sinking All at once You are knocked down And picked up Only to be thrown on the ground again Everything is nothing And nothing Is everything

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Memories Kendree Chen ’21 So long, farewell to younger days, woven through the mist, of years gone by without a glance. When nothing was hard, and the world was all but an empty slate, waiting for our dreams to come and fill the color in. Childish laughter is etched through here, simpler times and golden days, but all that’s left are shadows, saturation gone. There’s a certain mystique it gives, a haunting feeling, like i can almost see myself, years younger, tracing the paths I now know too well. And maybe it’s easier to let it go let myself be buried, but I can’t let the light slip away. So look past me, bring out the gasoline, do what you will, because I’m going to say goodbye. Goodbye, trees and dreams. Goodbye heroics and dramatics. Nothing could stop us, not when the world was in our hands. Goodbye younger selves, busy riding waves of imagination towards a better shore. We never did get there, did we?

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I tread alone through the haze, memories turned to ash, as flames of moving on fill the air. Space-time unravels as I walk, threads of long-forgotten stories, entangling as I weave past and future together. I know that I can’t stay, can’t let the spindle run out, but we’ve got to carry on. Promise your soulmates heaven and forever, and until then, let them go. Farewell, youth. Dissipate away leave the grounds clear for morning.

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Asana Sophia Tang ’21

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i won't hurt you like i hurt me Audrey Wu ’21 i had a dream last night i’m running through an opal field wild eyes like i haven’t slept in days insomnia is a blessing for some but for me it makes me crave your voice i’ve got red wrists and blue lips and i’m pulling out the silver weeds and bandaging the stars my throat is raw; my head is numb andimbeggingyoutomakethepaingoaway you tuck me into a satin stereo and run a hand over my eyelids no more slitted secrets or browning lies soon i’m one of those silver weeds i never want to wake up

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Water's Edge Vivian Chuang ’21 The waves rush and slosh hungry for hope. They slosh and turn begging you to come touch them, feel them, taste them. They reach out to you only to be tugged back forcefully clawing at the sand as they go. Dark clouds hang above, waiting... The wind blows away the sand. It sparkles, and falls. Wiggle your toes in the soft sand run away on the clouds of sparkling sand floating for you mid-air.

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Submerge in the water shivers sent up your spine the icy cold feeling spreads the salty air breezing across the water’s surface brings a taste to your lips it stings so salty. The waves pull you in hugging you but still, tugging you along forcing you forward they won’t let you back. It has drained you of everything taken your hope stolen your dreams. Don’t go near it pulls you in begging for you and stealing you away.

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Lonely Hearts Quincy Treisman ’23

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Lies Audrey Chuang ’23 does it matter what they say if it’s always on repeat do the lies make a liar if the lies are still sweet do you miss me, long for me, wish I was there or are you another who just doesn't care do you worry about me when I am out late would you die for me kill for me stop all the hate I told you be true but you kept your mask on hiding yourself like you did all along

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Mask Thierrence Mathurin ’21

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Hidden but Still There Audrey Chuang ’23 all the memories gone all the feelings gone but I can’t stop thinking about you wishing you were here wondering about you worrying for you so I wish you would go but you will never be gone because I promised a promise I would live to regret “I will never forget you.” “Promise?”

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George Floyd Ellora Roy ’21

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Difference Quincy Treisman ’23 Don’t tell them your secrets they’ll only use them to break you. Don’t tell them lies they’ll only fight with truth. Don’t forget them they’ll only make you remember. Don’t tell them you love they’ll only fight with hate. No one is the same we are all different don’t hide be out there be bold.

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How Do You Ripley Bright ’21 How do you have the au da ci ty to tell some that they do not mat ter? That they might just go and shat ter?

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That they have no choice? That they have no voice? That they have no rea son to re joice? How dare you, A mer i ca? How dare you.

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The Edge of Division Protest Owen Huang ’23

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Ghost Prisoner Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson ’21

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I Don't Know Vivian Chuang ’21 I tell you I understand and things will get better but I don’t really know, I am just providing false hope.

It is impossible to know, to experience and to live a life from someone else a burden for someone else.

I have learned this, drom the best of people, those who tell you, “I went through middle school too, you know.”

Even if we were all depressed in middle school, it is always different, not everyone makes it out not everyone has it the same.

They say, “I survived, so will you” they say, “I was in the darkest of places, I know what it’s like.”

It is so frustrating when people tell me it’s gonna be OK, when people tell me they understand and they can relate.

But do they really understand? Do I really understand? No, they don’t no, I don’t. So I scream back, “No! You don’t know what it’s like” “You will never be me! You will never know!” But that is just in my head.

But really, WHO KNOWS? We will never fit in another’s shoes. No one else will ever fit in ours.

I feel like I am making a big fuss over nothing, it’s not a big deal equals I’m not struggling so for now, I am fine. But what if? What have I messed up? When have I told someone I understand? Because I never have, and I never will.

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Everywhere at Once Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23

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Acorn Moments Ripley Bright ’21 It is one of those days where the world is everything. When you know the snow’s going to melt, but that’s the least of your problems, and you aren’t wearing snow pants, but you don’t really care. That’s how I feel because that’s how I always feel on days like this. “Where to?” I ask with a crooked smile. It’s really a silly question because we already know. But she follows suit, saying “anywhere” like it’s true. And at the moment, it seems to be. We start down Walden Street, like usual, turning to Wood Street and then Canterbury Road. After that, to Sherman Street, but not for long, just in time to cross the highway. That’s all city life is, really. Crossing streets, making that leap of faith. We walk through the field and then finally, finally, we arrive. There are three soccer fields at the park, and that’s usually our destination, but not today. We head straight for the sledding mountain, even though we’re too old for sledding and don’t have sleds with us, anyway. But off to the mountain, or it seems like a mountain in this weather, dodging the encumbers. We know where we want to go. It only takes a moment before we get there, that hidden-in-plain-sight spot that doesn’t look so steep, and really, it’s not, but the snow is fresh and clean, and that’s all that matters to us. Just that. I’m the daredevil of our two-person group, which seems strange to everyone but her. That’s how it is with us. Roles get flipped like pancakes on Sunday. We’re wet and shaking and crazed teenagers with a goal. She’s giving me the side-eye, like she can’t even believe what I’m about to do. And frankly, neither can I. I don’t do this on a normal day, and this is far from it. I’m sensible, practical, sarcastic, dramatic, but not carefree. Anything but carefree. And yet… here I am. One my side, half-buried by the snow, about to free myself from all of it by rolling down a hill. Why? Who knows? I certainly don’t. “One, two, three…” I shout at the top of my lungs. And we’re off. I don’t really remember the next few seconds. It’s a blur of snow and sky. Everything is gray and white, gray and white, gray and white, until even those mix together and there’s absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. At some point, I stop spinning, but apparently, the world forgot to. From my rapidly rotating vision, I can see her wobbling up the hill after me, laughing like nothing’s different. She doesn’t realize the monumental shift. I regain focus and start up once again, rolling down the mountain until I’m not even rolling anymore. I’m still moving, but… differently. At some point, I am still, but my mind continues to dance. For a moment, I think I am dead. I really do. Not in a bad way, just in an invisible way. I’m gone from the earth, but the universe is watching me with undivided attention. It feels exhilarating and frightening and pure bliss all at once. Her voice grounds me to reality. Someone must have whispered in my ear at birth, because I know this moment is unlike any other. I’m not even on my feet again before I speak. “I am having an out of body experience,” I say because it’s what I feel. She laughs because metaphors are not her language. BELMONT DAY | Echo, Volume VII, Issue 1

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“I don’t think so,” she retorts, always the realist. We’re at the base of the mountain before my words form. “I feel like we just had our first moment of freedom.” This causes a frown. “Well, that means we would have never been free before.” “We’ve been free before,” I respond, “but not every moment of our lives are free. We’re freer than others, and not as free as some. But, that moment on the hill? It was at least one moment of freedom.” Her response is momentary silence, which isn’t unusual. She always thinks before she speaks. Every time. It’s both admirable and bothersome. But by the time we’re back on Walden Street, she’s responded. And that’s it, that’s all there is. The circle of life, of conversation, of moments. Our life is photographs strung together with drab-colored string. The string’s important to survive, but not memorable. The photographs are what you think about, what you reference when reflecting. The photographs are our moments. Most of them aren’t what we expect. Imagine every moment that means something. Not the moment when you got out of bed this morning, or the moment when you put on some socks. The ones that are important. They don’t have to be long, they don’t even have to last for more than a second. In fact, most of our moments are these split-second decisions that shape us. These are the acorns that shatter lake reflections. These are the atoms that make your skin.

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Invisibility Vivian Chuang ’21 Wind blows Hair whips Cover me Shade me Hide me Blend in Stand out Special, but Irrelevant A star kid With problems A star kid Who struggles It’s me It’s you It’s everyone

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Breaking Through Kendree Chen ’21

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Lost but Not Found Vivian Chuang ’21 You lost yourself like everyone else not quite alone but most lonely Open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out You dug yourself into a hole and filled it with you inside You try to tell somebody else but your smile stays pasted because you’re forever fine and lost inside

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Ode to Maybe Audrey Wu ’21 You and me me and you are untied laces dangling over traffic and auroras and firsts or maybe we could be two strangers in a parking lot we used to be but it doesn’t matter now we pretend not to notice and dance in the lamplit halo of an empty parking lot we’re the space between two fingertips one cold as the night the other hollow dipping through the folds and tracing the imprints of your skin against mine my skin against yours melting into one we could be ivory footprints trying to remember where we once coursed over these great dunes and angelic highroads you closed your eyes and spun a globe and I put down my finger and we landed here I asked if you believed in epiphanies but we were too drunk on our own reflections in each others eyes starry blurs you said to me... I said to you... But it’s over now

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African Daisy Kendree Chen ’21

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Burn Quincy Treisman ’23 Ashes burn in the rising flames of fire. It eats up the world demolishing devastating destroying. We ask ourselves why why the fire came why it is eating up our world like a plague burning our ideas our hope our patches for our broken mended hearts. BURNING FIRE hurts we laugh because it’s all the same we always burn to the ground.

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The Mountain Quinn McCaffrey ’23

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View Quincy Treisman ’23 I am standing here. On the edge waiting hoping wanting. I am standing here looking watching thinking. I am standing here waiting for an answer hoping for a sign. Hoping for you watching the view from the edge.

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The Edge of the Roof Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23

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Cover Vivian Chuang ’21 You could see how they swear under their breath to themself and scrunch their hands into little balls of fire You could see how they are mad frustrated even but is that all? Zoom in; so far that you can see everything inside it's dark, lonely, different Feel how they let themself down their disappointment-filled heart but not in others, in themself... They are struggling not to cry not to hit themself out of pure frustration And wondering, why? Why did I get it wrong? It's a little, simple, thing How did I mess up? They are labeling themself what they thought others saw in them: stupid, incapable, ugly, weird But they mask it all hiding their light bulb that was far out of power but pretending; with a flame, they can light it all

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Art and Gasoline Kendree Chen ’21 And don’t forget this: we are alive. They try to take over, shut us up. Smother the sparks under a blanket of perfection. But revolution won’t be stamped out. Spray it on the walls. Show them beautiful chaos. Red and black might stain our fingers, but we don’t care. Make it bleed with our anger. Make them see we won’t surrender. And if they don’t listen? We’ll burn it all down. Light it up in flames. Ignite it with our names turned to ash and smoke. Watch this place fall, and walk away from the ruins. Gloating. So come on. Bring out your matches. ‘Cause we’re tearing this place down with art and gasoline.

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Stuck Quincy Treisman ’23 Why do words disappear on my tongue. Why do flowers close their petals for the night as if it is more dangerous than the day. Why do birds F L Y away from winter as if it’s a burden. Why does the sky hide behind clouds as Mother Earth C R I E S. Why do the tips of the trees reach out to the blue as if reaching for something they know is too far to ever catch.

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Why do dreams SLIP out of reach when we are sleeping. Why do the small white designs of the sky fall and cover the Earth cover the leaves that have fallen cover the woods the trees. Why do we start over? Because we are stuck.

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Silent Quincy Treisman '23

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Rainsong Sue Kelman ’21 You just need to escape the sky is falling in ten thousand watery globs and the wind is contorting the trees. I can hear what my mom would say in my head: you had better leave there. You could get hit with a tree branch or lightning. It was stupid of you to come. It isn’t worth it. But just as automatically, it melts away she can’t compete with rainsong. The sky is falling in ten thousand watery globs and the wind is contorting the trees, older and stronger than me, and built for this and i'm out here, not scared. And i am as brave as the world itself and i lose track of time, and i’m wet, and i’m running and the air is crisp, and water is tracing rivers down my body and my clothes are soaked and dripping and i sprint and sprint and i could just could keep running and my legs are simultaneously hot from the running and cold from the rain and even breathing hard feels strong and in control and my hair has turned into soaked ropes that wetly slap my face and the whole world falls away there are no thoughts, no tomorrow, no last second, no other people, nothing but running and panting and being wet i’m fully present in those moments, all there, drunk on this ecstasy, this miracle.

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Little Stray Thoughts Ripley Bright ’21 light coming through cracks here to break the impenetrable shacks so heavy so not ready to be broken head leans back but there’s no place to rest so spinal cord snaps good bye

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Broken Promise Audrey Chuang ’23 Your name rings in my head over and over you betrayed me. Why? We had so many memories the park the school the house on the hill. You taught me friendship but you left me hugging air I had faith in you but you disappeared. You are sunlight that brightens gloomy days you are darkness that spreads through my head and makes me stay away. I don't agree with your morals but life is nothing without you and now you’re gone.

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Think About It: Part I Owen Huang ’23 Think about it. Your TEACHERS, MENTORS, they’re hired to tell you stuff, give you valuable information, and mentor you through your childhood. They’re trying to help. So don’t get upset at them for your imminent QUIZ, TEST, or HOMEWORK. They’re hired to teach you how to ace the test. But whether you ace it or not is up to you. This world of daily quizzing, it’s called school. And if you think about it, you’re constantly being quizzed, but your teachers call them worksheets. Or math problems. Or writing prompts. Or homework. All of these things are quizzes, but they are done as a group, or titled differently, or taken home. QUIZZES. They are just done in a silent environment, with more stress because it is quiet. When there is noise, even if it is quiet, you feel less stress and less pressure. Now, we’ll talk about a BIG thing. It’s a TEST. EXAM. FINAL. UNIT QUIZ. It’s another quiz, but BIGGER. Even more quiet stress. More pressure. Oh wait-it’s part of my GRADE?! Yes, but grades do not veto understanding or effort. TRY YOUR BEST, AND YOU WILL SUCCEED… Well, maybe not. But try anyway, and give it your full attention. You want to succeed. Now we have to talk about: HOMEWORK. It’s a huge pain in the neck, but if you do it, you will remember the topic and details better. On your QUIZ. Your TEST. And your BIG THING.

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Hate and Love Quincy Treisman ’23 Together apart everyone hates everyone loves. Wings of peace, flames of hate, hearts as one. Wholes broken halves joined. Faith peace hope. Together we fight for love.

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Think About It: Part II Owen Huang ’23 Think about it. WAR. Terrible war. Why do we fight? Why can’t we compromise? War is the result of ignorance. Political leaders making bold claims, illegitimate accusations, or even quietly ordering horrible actions to be done. War is the product of corruption. No government can escape that. Allies, enemies, the good, the bad. There is NEVER a nation that truly fits any of these words. There is always lusting for power, always a desire for control. No one will ever be truly good. While everyone thinks that they are fighting for good, in the end, they are fighting for power. Little do the brave soldiers know, but they are only fighting to protect their leaders. The leaders have power, and the military is an instrument of that power. Everyone believes that they are good, they are the light. Everyone believes that their enemies are evil, that enemies are the darkness. This is not true. All governments have good points and bad points. From a certain point of view. If you think about it, everything we believe depends greatly on our point of view. War is the result of not thinking, not trying to feel what the supposed enemy feels. We are the darkness. We are the light. We are all good, we are all bad. Think about your point of view. War comes from all of us. We are all responsible. We all pay the price.

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Pledge of the Heart Vivian Chuang ’21 You swallow your fear and step inside immediately scream you’re frying alive This is not your place you are forced to be here please help your lungs are burning your heart is burning EVERYTHING IS BURNING But you told them you would come so you came and you will stay burning alive Why is it so hot Why are you so timid Why are you so scared You’re forcing yourself through every day When will it stop When can you be yourself again When can you find yourself No one understands the pain, the struggle of anyone else They just try and fake it but they never actually make it

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Crumble Quincy Treisman ’23 The edge of the rock is where the pebbles crumble into the sea. The edge is where the ocean meets the land. The edge is where I’ve been and where I’m going. The edge is where the sun crumbles into moon. The edge is where the love crumbles into hate. The edge is where we can begin.

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And They Don't Tell You This Part Ripley Bright ’21 And they don't tell you this part But birch trees mean trouble Clad in white gowns Scorched with black burns Yellow leaves are tinted green They smile menacingly And they don’t tell you this part But sky is just a box That keeps us in And others out Deepening blue that’s wiped with white It’s dissolving the rain And they don’t tell you this part But rocks are the fossilized hearts Of those forgotten Rolling through the waves Wearing away at the edges Until there’s no difference

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Nothing's Wrong Kendree Chen ’21 nothing’s wrong. nothing’s ever wrong. I’m fine singing along to this new melody; cry salty streams but it’s not my place. worry all day; can’t sleep all night just to hide my face below the covers, no light remaining in my head. left a lot of fears instead. it’s your loss. I can’t say anything or you’ll break, but nothing’s clear; how much can I take? it’s not everything, just feeling stuck and suddenly I’m done. future hearts frozen over in the now, one tumble and it starts. and so maybe I’ll be okay able to breathe and cope and live for another day daring to hope someday things will be alright.

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Bored With Time Vivian Chuang ’21 Sit listen stare observe Behind a window knock but don’t be noticed scream but don’t be noticed They can’t hear you they can’t see you but they’re searching They walk right past they look right at but they don’t see they don’t hear they don’t notice You’re hiding in the shadows trapped

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entropy Kendree Chen ’21 开 shut the door SCREAMINTOTHEVOID dripping.

waxy eyes smoke-fueled tears linked melted gold ashy mornings

sprinkles quicksilver fuego not good agua salt lines Lascia ch’io pianga contentment creamy white bitter warm embrace happy?

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Harmony Vivian Chuang ’21 Silent in the lights loud on the surface so fragile yet steady One wrong move and it's broken its over stored forever in your box of failures There is a boundary you don’t know where so be careful don’t step too far don’t take too much You’ve been on both sides but it will never be clear blurry as hell trapped in a bubble Run in with knives and you’re dead no matter the opponent step carefully watch and observe Somewhere there is a wall but it moves and doesn’t tell you so you’re stuck but who cares anyway

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Ellipsis Audrey Wu ’21 Never meet your heroes they die all alone. They spent their lives reminiscing on wasted nights in bars where one gin and tonic turned into too many. They returned to brick houses with broken door frames and children begging for bedtime stories. Their headaches got the best of them and they took three Advil and a glass of water. There’d be bruises on their children’s faces the aftermath of last night and they’d feel guilty and promise themselves it wouldn’t happen again. ... Spring somersaults in and there are daffodils on the front lawn. They’ll be dead in a month. The children have freckles on their noses and bruises they learned to conceal with powder that made wide eyed Tommy sneeze. Their partner left yesterday without any goodbyes. Their water bill held too many zeroes was Vienna taking hour-long showers again? She would soon learn not to. ... In a year, they have wrinkles under their eyes and insomnia or were they just hiding from their dreams? Vienna moved out a month ago and Tommy called that number bruises are only temporary and they assured themselves bruises wouldn’t last but the pain would. ... 76

Sleepless nights pass by there’s always a ghost over their shoulder. At least they still have those gin and tonics they’re so fond of. Everything tastes bitter. They’re turning old, they told themselves but age is just a number. Vienna got married last weekend. Tommy graduated from his masters. Both of them had beams on their faces. Keep the gin and tonics coming. ... One hour passes. The pain doesn’t stop. They pulled themselves up by the bootstraps passed the kitchen cupboard cut starlit slits on both their wrists that washed away in the drain. The funeral was quiet. Four guests came their son. their daughter. Their two grandkids. They looked just like their grandparents but they didn’t have bruises on their noses. For a person so renowned, to have died so young what a shame no one ever knew anything beyond the blurry figure with bloody knuckles. No requiems were sung.

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Burn Ripley Bright ’21 I used to be afraid of wildfires. They would tear through my head wiping out a forest of thoughts only concentrating on the flame. I used to stand ready armed with a pail of water trying to douse the flames to no avail. I stopped running from wildfires. It hurts less to stay and harden like the trees and hope I’ll still be there when the smoke falls. It hurts less to burn.

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The Hidden Devil Audrey Chuang ’23 It's not the game it's the players. it's not the words “I love you” it's the reason to say those words you were scammed? now a scammer you were lied to? now a liar my everything? nothing good memories won't last not when there are so many bad you call me names you lie you cheat you pick fights but I get the blame you want sympathy but you dont care when I’m hurt I’m drowning in your lies then suddenly you’re an angel just long enough to make me laugh to make me smile once you broke my trust countless times why do I stay? because of that devil dressed as an angel hiding the truth so I will follow and do anything to make you happy

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Devil's Voice Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson ’21

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Call Me by My Other Name Ripley Bright ’21 Call me by my other name tucked in the corners of my mind spun from the endless thread of possibility woven together to create the figure that is me. Call me by my other name the one not spoken of not heard of not seen. Silent, invisible, inevitable. Call me by my other name never written on nametags never carved in the walls never called out in the chills of snow waiting to be spoken. Call me by my other name with time comes courage comes grace to speak the truth to never hide. Behind my eyes a truth unseen look deeper, look closer find the language behind words the meaning behind significance find the truth never spoken by me.

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Footsteps Audrey Chuang ’23 A group of small children were playing tag on a playground when one of them, Ava, heard steady footsteps from behind her. “Did you guys hear that?” she asked, as she stopped running and looked around nervously. “What do you mean? And why are you so worried all of a sudden? It's just us here,” said Nicole, as she stopped running, crossed her arms and sent a look to Ava that clearly said Seriously? You always ruin the fun. “Sorry. I thought I heard footsteps,” said Ava, smiling sheepishly but with a far away worried look in her eyes. “Whatever, I'm leaving,” said Nicole, as she glared at Ava and stormed away. Ava looked around once again, then apologized to the rest of her friends and went home. The next day at school, Ava felt under the weather. She was still confused by the footsteps, and worried how to deal with seeing Nicole. She was reassured though, when Nicole pulled her aside after the first class of the day to whisper “Hey, about yesterday…” But the drama started up again during lunch. Ava heard footsteps. She instantly sat straight and looked behind her. Nothing. Ava started thinking about what it could be. Maybe someone is behind me, maybe they're just hiding. Or, maybe it's just the wind. Oh! It might be a leaf! Wouldn't that be hilarious...girl gets scared to death by a leaf… ”Seriously Ava?!” “Huh? Oh, Nicole?” said Ava, sitting up and squinting at the sun. “Mind explaining what you’re doing, just lying here?!” “Oh. this is about yesterday, isn't it? I already said sorry! Can’t you just stop?” “But—” “But what? I said sorry, ok?!” Ava sighed. She really didn't like when Nicole acted this way, but she also didn't mean to be annoying. To Ava's relief, the weekend had finally come. She slept in, almost to eleven. Nicole, on the other hand, had been up since seven, fixing her bike. When the bike was finally done, she started her ride to Ava’s house. As she approached her destination, she heard a loud scream coming from Ava's room. Then she heard footsteps. 82

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Dear You Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23 The clouds are gray, the leaves have fallen off the trees, months ago but have still not grown back. You can pick up your broken heart, put it back together again you can grow new trees, trees that blossom flowers and leaves you can make your sky blue again, your sunset can be pink again, your heart can be full. Sincerely, Me

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Sunset Audrey Chuang ’23 Sun hiding behind the clouds colors so bright but so faint what is it? My mind is running in a circle I’m lost It's so beautiful so perfect but it’s fading away even though it was never there

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Broken Quincy Treisman ’23 I’m broken but beautiful. I have the wings of a bird, the memory of an elephant. The patience of the waves, the strength of the waves. I am broken but beautiful. I am weighed down, and lifted up. I am the sun the moon the sky. I am whole. One. I live I die. The world circles the sun we start another day.

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The World Away Ripley Bright ’21 One day I awoke to all the world away. My words inked like birds flying fast in gray.

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Cliff's Edge Lydia Scharer ’23

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Lines in the Sand Kendree Chen ’21 it’s pretty nice drawing lines in the sand light slashed in the surf grit collecting on my hands and chafing at my knees

watching water splash and drip why can’t I just be fine? walking along, too easy to slip right off the edge of sanity

red candles dripping red tears burnout is approaching nothing’s ever clear besides oncoming doom

it’s a long way down from there but i’ve already fallen nobody saw; nobody cared ‘cause all they do is laugh

nighttime fires burn in hope they laugh but I can’t join and yet somehow I was so close but they refused to help

falling to the underworld center dropping out screaming, crying to be heard but they don’t try to hear they just keep on watching, watching, w a t c h i n g, until I disappear

dawn breaks another sleepless night nothing makes sense now one last chance to see the light but all I see is dark standing on the mountaintop staring off the edge all the screaming, it won’t stop and I can’t get away

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I the Shadow Ripley Bright ’21 Oh, glory days of lace and suitors! How hidden gowns wait patiently sit with fire to craft their legacy, ah! But I the shadow. Revolution of complexity! Too fast for some, their minds more suited for the turnings not the wheels most overlook! I the shadow. The silk of conspiracy! While many brush over what lies beneath our goddess too many strive and not enough. And yet, forget! I the shadow.

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Locked Vivian Chuang ’21 I locked myself inside so I could protect myself from judgment my quiet personality created in fear of others. I may seem perfect like I can do no wrong and maybe I hope that is how you see me maybe that is the image I am trying to make but it has been so long now I can’t unlock myself it is so hard to open to show weakness. Anytime I am shut down again I go into lock mode double lock mode triple lock mode I drive myself to hope for perfection so others always like me I am an overdose people pleaser even though you might not see it. I show only my strengths to you and others so I can appear perfect. Just like I strive to be perfect... Just like I want to be perfect... 94

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call me... Kendree Chen ’21 what? right now? i don’t know myself. the lights are off, no one’s home. and nothing’s left. it’s all in there somewhere. burned into the ashes. blood-red lipstick and dark nail polish. neckties and purple-dyed hair. button-down shirts, smudged eyeliner. sweatshirts and jeans, smothered in black. references no one gets. ghosts of past identities. things that have been locked up too long. yet why do my hands still shake? i am a match lighting fires of art and confusion. i am a metronome out of control, ticking down the clock to annihilation. i am the photos that always come out blurry, nothing more than meaningless grey. i am the forgotten line at the end of your favorite song, that dissonant sound, screeching and ruining the too-perfect melody. i am a stone worn smooth by the ocean, by the powers of erosion and erasure, as each wrong word polishes me away silently. into conformity. and despite it all, i am alive. who cares about them, when every day we carry on? who cares for their spun-sugar dreams? i dare you, blow out that candle and throw open the windows. smile at the waves as they try to pull you under. unleash your power, your piercing freedom. you are strong. I am strong.

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Different on the Surface Audrey Chuang ’23 They call you weird you pretend it doesn't affect you “I don't care.” “Weird is fine.” but only when they are joking and you can tell they are not When you get lost thinking about your thoughts trying to tell yourself it’s fine but you’re breaking inside tearing yourself apart slowly Anger just blame them but that only makes it worse because you know it's your fault Fire in your eyes passion violence but there's no fire just water drowning yourself because you’ll never be who you want to be

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Tomorrow! Ripley Bright ’21 Tomorrow tomorrow! What promise in the word - such anticipation! So eager are our eyes! Such filling pools - waterfalls a few! And flowers growing on our past-selves graves rained on by our very own tomorrow - tomorrow! What’s good about it - ask you, be free timid soul in hope’s crescendo! Waves on lake! Tall enough - to scrape the sky! You ask, I answer but answer have I none just promise of tomorrow! And may it be granted - this I pray, I’ve my eye set on a good price! Free - free! Free at last by knowing unknown wind in our sails forward, onward! Discard the map - this way unknown!

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I Have Never Seen Tsunamis Ripley Bright ’21 I have never seen Tsunamis but I can imagine a world one second there and the next… gone One giant wave comes crashing down, it floods the city A watery beast frothing at the mouth salty saliva flying from parted lips Oh, a wild thing for sure It begs for the taste of travesty tragedy An orchestra a symphony of lightning and thunder gone silent in a single beat I have never seen Tsunamis but I can imagine

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Butterflies Ripley Bright ’21 They say you can’t bring butterflies when jumping off a cliff. But she disobeyed and brought them anyway. She took a breath and then a step one, two, three push off the ground and for a second a split second she was flying with the butterflies.

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Happy Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23 Happy? What does that mean?

Happiness, trapped in a jar

Is happiness a real thing?

like a firefly.

Or is it just fake? You only feel happy in those little moments running in the rain catching the stars but then that happy is gone and emptiness meets you.

You can only take it out sometimes and when you do it flies free above the trees. You feel alive just for that one moment. The feeling of happiness never leaves until the top of the jar is closed, the flickering stops and life goes back to normal.

Is Happy just what keeps you going? Happy That one moment when you forget what you’re doing, that one moment when you forget what the world is. That one moment when you forget what you know. That one moment when you’ll never get in trouble.

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Safe Kendree Chen ’21 when everything goes wrong it’s too easy to drown. when you run out of places to hide, then leave and search for yourself again. wander the cemetery nights. watch the stars shine alone just like you are for millions of years and miles. drown in nighttime ink. give up and let yourself be absorbed, but they can’t take this away. sing in the dark and wait for dawn to break, but this never meant anything, so why can’t you stay all night long? weave a space, white and black and red, with no one else to see. dissolve erode turn it over in your head. be still, and take what’s yours this is peace

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Someday Nina Cohen-Perlmutter ’23 the sound of walking surrounds us, the world is slowly turning upside down but I still hold your hand tightly and brush the hair away from your perfect, hazy eyes you are lying on my lap as I stare down at your pale face, your bloody body I remember how much I love you. where will you go, I wonder who will you meet? will you remember me? your hands are trembling and so are mine but still you lay there motionless and I can’t move the forest is dark and everything’s turning but I still focus on you as you are dying right in front of me I’ll see you soon someday.

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Spectrum of Luck Vivian Chuang ’21 You struggle but someone else struggles more You’ve got it bad but someone else got it worse Does this mean you’re irrelevant? Do you really need help? Because someone else needs help more why can you not just give it all away would they thrive in your place?

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Goodbye Kendree Chen ’21 somehow it always comes back to you. scents on my clothes. thoughts, swirling in my head on late nights with no sleep. dreams wrapped around my throat. it’s almost like your essence has permeated into me. my life. and I can’t get you out. the shadowy eyes in the mirror. my eyes becoming yours. your words passing my lips. maybe I should let you take over. maybe it’s what you I do best. not like it matters. let the dead stay dead. leave secrets buried. in their graves. your grave. my grave, someday. you were always a secret. you didn’t care anyway, but loss is still loss. not like anyone can help heartbreak. they say time is immutable. but I despise the fallout. so much cold. the kind that seeps into you. chills you to numb emptiness. at least it’s not shivers. anything but shivers. they make everything too sharp. and the truth is I genuinely hate you. for controlling me. for helping me. for never letting things rest. nothing was ever the same around you. nothing will be the same without you. I hate your eyes and your encouragements and your insults. I hate the days you made me smile and the days you made me feel awful. I hate how things were better around you, because they were always worse afterwards. I hate how often I messed up. I hate the first, second, twentieth, fifty-eighth time. I counted. I may have lied, but I hate that you’re gone. and I'm still here.

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On Humans and Elements Undergoing Nuclear Fusion Kendree Chen ’21 Stars. Stars are interesting. They’re beautiful, yes, but they’re desperate. Always working, turning element into element, just to produce that pinprick of light in our skies. And we can barely notice them. We live like stars. Twinkling bright, only creating tiny sparks. We burn fuel until we burn out and we can’t seem to stop. But we keep on going. We are only human. And of course, we’re each our own. Maybe it’s a big deal, maybe it’s not, maybe it’s everything. After all, we’re alive. We live pulling years from our shelves, desperately fusing hydrogen into helium. We die when it’s our time. Sometimes we’re forgotten. And maybe we aren’t like stars at all, because we don’t get to be sure of anything. Stars are destined to burn and to burn out, but we aren’t. Some of us live, wishing that we didn’t. Some of us die and leave behind holes. Some of us are open, some of us are oppressed. Some of us are hurting, some of us don’t care. Some of us love and some of us are loved. But we flame through each day like it’s our last. Because none of us know if we might be snuffed out.

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Overthink Me Vivian Chuang ’21 You’re crying Tears streaming You can’t stop Why did you do that Why can’t you stop Why can’t you do it right? Rip up the paper Stained with your tears Brush it into Your overfilled trash For the millionth time Why do you try Again, and again To fail?

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Too Bright Ripley Bright ’21 Too bright Too bright. Hands reach up to block the light but it shines through the gaps in fingertips. Life’s too bright enough to blind enough to catch us falling enough to push us to have us falling. The bitter taste of alone the acidic burn leaves my lips when I’m with Too bright Too bright.

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Free Sue Kelman ’21 I stick my head out the window really shove it out there, so much that my dad gets in the right lane, so passing cars don’t decapitate me. And scream, nothing intelligible, just scream because the wind is tearing at my face it’s exhilarating and intoxicating It feels free. the freest I’ve ever been though I don’t know why I can be whoever I want screaming out of this car it’s lost in the symphony of route 2 or maybe someone can hear me but I will never meet them, so I’m not being heard at all just screaming not because I’m an abyss of screams but because no one will stop me, or hear me and for some reason that is satisfactory.

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Hiding Audrey Chuang ’23 Running to the closet again Hiding that’s what you told me last summer I'll never forget that night Sitting on a bench out in the garden our shadows together in the moonlight the car rolling up into the driveway You, running running from your problems running from me

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Trust Fall Vivian Chuang ’21 That one time you fall back close your eyes cross your arms

Surround yourself with a wall so secure to protect you from breaking

And wait, slice through thin air and fall to the ground

Over time, the wall crumbles down keeping you safe but burying you inside

The startling hit when you crash into the ground hit, fall, crumple. You are a ball on the ground too shocked to cry too broken to scream Those who you trust let you fall laughing as you go

Start to lose yourself so much that you are no longer yourself anymore. You are just a stranger, with a painted smile and a built character to be perfect just like they want you to be.

From then on, lock your secrets so deep inside so even you start to lose them.

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Silence Sue Kelman ’21 Listen. This is what I hear, through “silence”: I can hear myself typing these words. I can hear the faint strains of a Zoom meeting, hints of voices far away and then my mother, loud and clear. I can hear the crackling of my neighbor opening a leaf bag, My father’s triumphant voice And the sharp scrape-scrape of the rake against the sidewalk, as my neighbor cleans up leaves. The slight shaking of a knick-knack on my desk, as I move. A plane overhead yanking its roar across the universe. The slight humming of my computer. My own breathing, reminding me that I’m alive Swallowing. My brother’s voice, banging up against my father’s and then sliding together in an odd harmony. A laugh from my brother that weird cackle he does The regular thwacking song of a lawnmower And that little hum that following my ears like a trailing banner White noise -- my ear telling me about its margin of error. I haven’t spoken But that is not silence. What would it be to hear complete pure silence? There is too much else in this world to escape it all There are sounds I will never be able to detect. Just once I want to be alone, in the space between breaths With only my inevitable white noise for company.

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Contributors Ella Blecher … “Ze Eyez” is inspired by an image I saw in an old French movie. “Broken Heart” is inspired by a song about a lost friendship and loss. I drew “Cold” after going to Boston and seeing a man in this pose with the jacket wrapped in a certain way. Ripley Bright … In this edition of Echo, I focused on expanding the subjects of my writing to the worlds that are not clearly visible from my own experience. Enjoy! Kendree Chen … The flower photographs I submitted are part of a series exploring colorful and colorless life (not hugely related to the theme, but oh well). “Waiting” is part of a series of monochrome landscapes, where I used my sister’s silhouette as a sort of focus point. A lot of my poems are songinspired. Meaning-wise... I admit, I don’t really know the meaning of a lot of my own poems. Some of their meanings are pretty obvious, but some are just rambles, to be honest!  Audrey Chuang … I like writing poems about things that have happened to me (sometimes exaggerated). I really appreciate when people leave feedback on my writing, because it can either help me improve or help me gain confidence. For one of my poems, “Lies”, I attempted rhyming and it was a lot harder than I thought. I’ve noticed that often when I go back to revise a poem I wrote, I realize that I completely changed topics. Vivian Chuang … I like to write poems that can relate to other people. I really like it when my poems have room to be interpreted in different ways. Nina Cohen-Perlmutter … I worked a lot on my poems and thinking about different perspectives. I focused on writing things that I felt in that moment and just let all my thoughts pour out on the page. I wrote “Happy” in response to a single word from a friend. Owen Huang … “Think About It - Parts I and II” are about realities and my opinion on topics important to me. Part I is about school, and the reality that tests, quizzes, and homework are all the same, but different conditions. Part II is about what causes war. Sue Kelman … “Rainsong” and “Free” are about the singular feelings hidden in my everyday existence. I wrote “Silence” after I got an idea from Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. In the book, he mentions in passing that we never hear complete silence. Since reading that I have wanted (and failed) to hear complete silence.  Thierrence Mathurin … Drawing helps me relax, it helps me concentrate, and it helps me express myself.  Like with these pieces, I enjoy starting with an idea and seeing where it takes me. Quinn McCaffrey … Sometimes drawing takes you out to the edge and lets you jump in. Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson … “Ghost Prisoner” is inspired by some of my favorite music; maybe you will recognize the lyrics to “This Is Home” and “Dysphoric” by Cavetown. “Devil’s Voice” is a play on the classic idea of the devils and angels on one’s shoulders, with the devil taking over. “Decisions” shows how sometimes decisions can be difficult, and it’s hard to make the right choice.  Ellora Roy … I made this piece to represent news outlets' various storylines about the murder of George Floyd, none of which seemed to convey the whole truth. When I pieced them together, I found a more complete image of his identity. 122

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Lydia Scharer … When I picture “the edge” I picture a cliff. Jacob Stephenson … “Edge of Reality” is inspired by my own experiences with stories having two sides and realizing that it’s difficult to judge something without any points of reference. Sophia Tang … All my drawings are inspired by my environment. I got the idea for “We Know Where We Are” from a painting in the basement. “Cliff’s Blossom” is something inspired by the warm weather before vacation. “Asana” is from the reflection of a landscape at a nearby pond. Quincy Treisman … I really did a lot of working on art this year. Sometimes I am inspired when I am just out on a walk or watching a show. I am always keeping my eyes out for new things to inspire my art! For my poetry, there is normally an influence of something that has been going on in my life, or in the world around me. Sometimes I will just look out the window and the first thing that I think I will write down. Ezra Wolfson … I like making pictures. Audrey Wu … The prompt this year felt especially relevant during the pandemic. During quarantine, I’ve gotten the chance to reflect on and get in touch with myself. Some of these poems are about feeling on edge, and one is about a recurring dream I had of falling off the edge. As always, I’m so inspired by the writing and artwork of my peers, and am so grateful to the team for their comments and suggestions! Madeleine Wu … My inspiration for “Heartstrings” is related to the Buddhist belief that emotional attachment could drive us to the edge. “Drowning” represents being driven to the edge. The bubbles symbolize someone's last breaths, and how sometimes it's more painful to live than to die. The inspiration for “Sandstorm” is feeling like the world (or sand) is whirling around and you are trapped.

Editorial Staff Ripley Bright, Kendree Chen, Audrey Chuang, Vivian Chuang, Nina Cohen-Perlmutter, Owen Huang, Sue Kelman, Thierrence Mathurin, Quinn McCaffrey, Aviva Pearlmutter-Bearson, Jacob Stephenson, Quincy Treisman, Ezra Wolfson, Audrey Wu

Faculty Advisor Dean Spencer

Design and Production Koreen McQuilton

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