Logos Volume VIII | 2019-2020

LOGOS St. Paul’s Episcopal School Volume VIII — 2019-2020

Logos St. Paul’s Episcopal School 161 Dogwood Lane Mobile, Alabama 36608 Telephone: (251) 342-6700 www.stpaulsmobile.net Volume VIII 2019-2020

Purpose

Editor’s Note

The goal of Logos is to promote the artistic and literary talents of St. Paul’s students. It is entirely constructed and edited by students. Pieces are collected over the course of several months with editors making the final selection before the end of the school year.

The Logos staff is proud to present you with the eighth edition of Logos, a literary magazine featuring a selection of some of the finest art and writing the students of St. Paul’s have to offer. All artistic and literary works have been diligently created by upper school students and compiled to provide you with a glimpse of the dedication, investment, and importance they have placed in artistic and literary achievement.

We hope that these complementary works of art and writing will entertain and inspire you as you enjoy their personal touches.

Editor-in-chief: Claire Tatum

Senior Editors: Alex Rosenthal, Anne Katherine Scott, Emma Mueller, Isabella Brown, Isabel Valenzuela, Matthew Morgan, Natalie Douglas

Junior Editors: Ann Hanlon Cummings, Calista Cleveland, Olivia Beard

Faculty Advisor: Lou Courie

Showcasing student artwork and writing is more important now than ever during these unprecedented circumstances. Artistic expositions are not possible as we are physically separated, but Logos provides a unique opportunity for students to share their hard work with the St. Paul’s family. We have an exceptionally diverse compilation this year. Our writers range from seventh grade to twelfth grade, and we have included three-dimensional works in addition to the traditional photography and two-dimensional works.

We would like to thank the hard working students for their generous contributions to Logos. We would also like to express our immense gratitude to their process of artistic and literary development. This publication would not be possible without students’ constant desire to express themselves through art and writing. We also thank the wonderful English and Fine Art teachers at St. Paul’s that encourage the students featured in this magazine. Last but not least, we would like to thank you, our readers and viewers, for your incredible support and continued interest in Logos. We truly hope you enjoy perusing this labor of love as much as we have enjoyed creating it.

“The Mask�

We wear the mask that grins and lies.

It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes.

This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts . . .

We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties.

Why should the world think otherwise In counting all our tears and sighs.

Nay let them only see us while We wear the mask.

- Paul Laurence Dunbar (1896)

Woman in disguise Calista Cleveland

“We grow accustomed to the Dark” Emily Dickinson

We grow accustomed to the Dark — When Light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Good bye — A Moment — We Uncertain step For newness of the night —

Then — fit our Vision to the Dark — And meet the Road — erect —

The Bravest — grope a little — And sometimes hit a Tree Directly in the Forehead —

But as they learn to see — Either the Darkness alters — Or something in the sight Adjusts itself to Midnight — And Life steps almost straight.

And so of larger — Darknesses — Those Evenings of the Brain — When not a Moon disclose a sign — Or Star — come out — within —

Streaks Matthew Morgan

Art: Plot Twist by Suzy McCall Essay: “The Office” by Landon Rawlins ERROR: THIS TITLE CANNOT BE DISPLAYED RIGHT NOW. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER OR PLAY A DIFFERENT TITLE. I was devastated. My nightly tradition was being interrupted by an unknown source. How would I sleep?

I have watched The Office in its entirety six times. I’ve seen all 9 seasons, all 201 episodes, all 74 hours, all 4,440 minutes, all 266,400 seconds not once, but six times. In total, I have spent 444 hours, or 18.5 days watching the best show ever produced. It is my nightly tradition. Every night after my homework is done, I watch an episode, or ten, before finally falling asleep. Without it, I struggle to sleep and do not feel as if I have completed my day.

One rainy Saturday night, Netflix informed me that The Office was not available. After checking a few other shows, I found that nothing was playing. I quickly ran to the Wi-Fi router and discovered the red broadband light blinking. This was a problem. Without WiFi, I could not watch the show and consequently could not sleep in peace.

After careful investigation, I discovered that the router was broken. I went online and ordered a new one, but it would not arrive until the next Saturday. I was disappointed and frazzled. For the next week, I would have to find new ways to wind down after a long, stressful day.

On the first night after the Wi-Fi disaster, I decided to stay in the living room with my family before retiring to my room. My mother was grading her students’ tests, and my father was watching film from his team’s football practice.

My older sister, Lauryn, was lying on the floor playing with our dog, Crosby. After a few minutes of everyone doing their own thing, I suggested that we all play a game to spend some time together before Lauryn headed back off to college. We gathered around the coffee table and began a game of rummy. During the game, we each discussed our days and our plans for the remainder of the week. I realized that this quality family time was something I had been missing for the last year. Instead of spending time with my family, I was isolating myself in my room to watch a silly comedy. For the next week, we continued this tradition as a family and learned more about each other’s days and lives.

On the next Saturday, the new Wi-Fi router arrived and I quickly set it up. I returned to my room, turned on Netflix, and immediately began binge watching The Office. About seven episodes in, I realized that it was almost time for bed, but I had not talked to my family yet. I paused the show, entered the living room, and sparked up a conversation about everyone’s day. Although I was losing screen time, the quality time and enjoyment with my family was far more important.

What I thought was a tragedy turned into a new, more meaningful tradition. The Office still holds a special place in my heart, but the quality time I spend with my family every night brings us closer as a group and makes me more available to my parents. I do still watch The Office for hours on end, but I never go to sleep without asking my family how their day was and being sure to share the highlights of my day with them. After all, my family will not give me an error message in times of trouble, but technology will not hesitate to let me down.

“The Pasture” By: Robert Frost

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait watch the water clean, I may):

I shan't be gone long.– You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue

I shan't be gone long.– You come too.

The Fringes Katherine Rush

“To You I Will Always Feel” John Shell

“Love after Love” by Derek Walcott The time will come

To you, dearest Dream, I will always feel For all my days I have waited for you.

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

But I must remain in my silent tomb.

The love we shared I must conceal.

and say, sit here. Eat.

For others would spit on how I feel

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Though you may not think about us.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

I cannot give anyone my trust.

all your life, whom you ignored

To give it away,

for another, who knows you by heart.

Would bring to both of us a great dismay.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

For ours is a forbidden desire, The photographs, the desperate notes,

But no one can ever put out my fire.

peel your own image from the mirror.

Woman Claire Lee

Sit. Feast on your life.

Dreaming in Color by Taylor Shuford

Condensed Ann Hanlon Cummings

“I Struck a Chord” Natalie Douglas I struck a chord to bring you back, but every note was gone.

The 3rd was flat, a deflated sad The sharp 5th, a dagger drawn.

The 8th, an octave— Surely redemption— Would justify this torturous tradition…

But, instead, brought me back To a hopeless submission Until the discord won.

Ghost Natalie Douglas

Eye of the Storm by Calista Cleveland

“Birches” by Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.

Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun….

As he went out and in to fetch the cows-Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone.

One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer…..

Trees , taken by Madison McGinley

Taylor Shuford

Olivia Beard

Drifter

In Your Face “My art is as essential as fuel My art is as essential as breath My art is as essential as earth My art is my reason for being.

My art carries me through the trenches and shadows of life, It allows me to encompass the shadow and pass through it like a friend.

I become the shadow, So that I may understand what it means.”

Lillian Webb

“Night falls, but in the darkness I see light, Sights transfigured through the elegance of art.

Consciousness is vaulted to a higher plane, The sun being replaced by the illumination of art.”

Lillian Webb

I scarcely grieve, O Nature! at the lot That pent my life within a city’s bounds, And shut me from thy sweetest sights and sounds.

Perhaps I had not learned, if some lone cot Had nursed a dreamy childhood, what the mart Taught me amid its turmoil; so my youth Had missed full many a stern but wholesome truth.

Here, too, O Nature! in this haunt of Art, Thy power is on me, and I own thy thrall.

There is no unimpressive spot on earth!

The beauty of the stars is over all, And Day and Darkness visit every hearth.

Clouds do not scorn us: yonder factory’s smoke

Looked like a golden mist when morning broke.

Sonnet: “I Scarcely Grieve”, Henry Timrod

What’s Left, Isabella Brown

Zoom David Brown

“Full Speed “ Please slow down, Take things easy, Going too fast makes one feel queasy.

No one can enjoy a life that is too fast, Sometimes it is better to be late and come in last.

Than to go at full speed all day long, When you go too fast things can go wrong.

A slow walk is better than haste, You have more time for things of your taste.

Remember the Tortoise and the Hare, Do not be in a hurry to do more than your share.

The thing I am trying to say please heed,

It is easier to go slowly than at full speed.

Bernard Shaw

“A Slash of Blue”

By Emily Dickinson

‘A slash of Blue

A sweep of Gray Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky

The Water Mother

A little purple – slipped between

Calista Cleveland

Some Ruby Trousers hurried on

Possibilities

By: Emma Mueller

By: Emma Mueller

“Changing�

Isabel Valenzuela Spring will never stay But the beauty of the world Will not fade away.

Flourish Katherine Rush

“ The Mouth ” - John Shell

I harbored in the library with some of the Cross-country

We feel our shoes fill with water

team

The river strong and steady ready for slaughter

My mom cannot make it across the racing stream

As we thrash through the river so bold

All around there are trash bags

I slip into the river’s hold

Full of bad papers and cut off close tags

I rolled and I tumbled on the rocky beach

We all toss them out one by one

Falling down into the abyss, the world just out of reach

I realize making a mess can be fun

I stand up to see my team

We barge out the door to see blackness

The raging river full of screams

Bullets of raindrops hit us fueling the madness

I meet the orange gate at the bottom

We valiantly run across the street

The orange reminds me of a rainy day autumn

Hopefully we’ll make it to the meet

I walk through the door of the fieldhouse

Thunder, lightning, the game has been set

Philip says, “You look like you fell into the toilet in the

Rain swallowing us in a state of regret

outhouse!”

We stop to rest and then we see The raging river on a killing spree

Golden Honeycomb Claire Tatum

“Fire and Ice”

“All Nature Has a Feeling”

Robert Frost

John Clare All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks Are life eternal: and in silence they Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; There's nothing mortal in them; their decay Is the green life of change; to pass away And come again in blooms revivified.

Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, And with the sun and moon shall still abide Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great

Lit Isabel Valenzuela

Decay Matthew Morgan

“The Night Before Econ�

By Roman Pendleton 'Twas the night before the paper was due, And Roman had no clue what he was going to do, Right after Fall Show he stayed there until ten, Only to get home and take a nap again, Napped until one and started at two, He woke up and began what was due, He had done it before, the finest of arts, Procrastination, and playing Mario Kart.

Luckily he had GameStop a company so neat, That no matter how awful he wrote, his paper would still be sweet, So the pages started flowing and then seven o'clock arrived, And all he had were fifteen pages combined, So he continued to work and printed, Finally having all his papers minted, With only five minutes left he threw it all together, And came out with a ninety to remember.

So this is the lesson I give to you all, Procrastinate your Stock Project in the fall.

“Wells” Natalie Douglas

O, that it were my body’s nature to dissolve in the baptismal waters.

For it is my iniquity, My deadly flesh, That binds my feet And hangs me from above, To mock me With my parched tongue.

But in an instant, my feet release And my head makes way For the pure spring-waters below.

My soul quenched!

My transgressions cleansed!

My Savior, my God, This I know:

I have no authorship in my salvation, As I would author my own sin.

I could not “will” the chains gone.

It was my Savior who set me free

Pure Laughter Natalie Douglas

that I may dive into his eternal wells and with Him forever be.

Neon Lights Calista Cleveland

Ugly Perfection Calista Cleveland

Rainbow-Colored Glasses by Alex Rosenthal

“I’m Nobody! Who are you?”

Emily Dickinson

“She Walks in Beauty” Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

Then there's a pair of us!

Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

And all that’s best of dark and bright

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

Up Close and Personal Kira Feeney

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

Calistal Affairs Kira Feeney

Spring’s Cup, Gabriel Eubanks “Technology’s Weight on this World” Always pulled downward Distracted from this vast world Can we ever look?

Emma Mueller

“Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.” – Helen Keller

Title, Reece Hopkins

“Joan” Natalie Douglas If the flame engulfs me, Let it not be in vain.

For I know “to live is Christ,” “to die is gain.”

If my own family should throw me aside,

Revile my face, Then I should take it in stride And accept the pace.

Who here would have me cast to the fire, To mock that which I profess?

Is it not the fire that refines to purity those martyrs under duress?

The phoenix may rise, Phoenix Natalie Douglas

And I may not be he.

But he who will Burns within me.

Seeing Red Claire Tatum

Voodoo Doll Claire Tatum

“Tree at My Window” Robert Frost Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

Vague dream head lifted out of the ground, And thing next most diffuse to cloud, Not all your light tongues talking aloud Could be profound.

But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed, And if you have seen me when I slept, You have seen me when I was taken and swept And all but lost.

That day she put our heads together, “Glass Ocean” Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so Rush much concerned with outer, Katherine Mine with inner, weather.

Looking Tree Katherine Rush

“The Road Not Taken”

“A Dream Within a Dream”

Robert Frost

Edgar Allan Poe

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none,

On the Road

Walking on a Dream

Olivia Beard

Taylor Shuford

Western Writing Ross Cummings

Foggy Mindset Calista Cleveland

“The Cloud�

John Wilson A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below

“Ad astra per aspera”

“Dreams”

Natalie Douglas

Langston Hughes

“Ad astra per aspera,”

Hold fast to dreams

I say through the window,

For if dreams die

Watching the lovers Down below.

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Those were lovely days,

Hold fast to dreams

But you esteemed me not— Not for my dignity’s worth, Nor as an afterthought.

For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

You once did cherish me, But all too soon...

So I weep to the stars

Pulse Natalie Douglas

Released Natalie Douglas

Men say they know many things; But lo! They have taken wings, The arts and sciences, Anta thousand appliances; The wind that blows Is all that any body knows. “Men Say They Know Many Things�

Henry David Thoreau

Morning Light, Caroline Hinkle

Mother Nature Gabrielle Eubanks

“Nothing Gold Can Stay”

“Leaves” Annie Boteler

Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold.

Crunch! Crackle leaves fall; They fly in the cold breeze.

Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Kentucky Memories

Scottish Countryside

Claire Tatum

Sadie Weldon

“Papa's Redemption�

He lost all of his lovely possessions, his power, his position, his son's inheritance.

By Roman Pendleton

Bo struck the ground with a mighty roar,

The sky is dark, the clouds are full, Gabriel looms over the world with his booming trumpet.

The scheming new heads of state trembled as

The trumpet rings, the four steads gallop down the

Their old sins had caught up with them.

skies, Bo is in The House.

As the raining swords strike down the Caesars in their huts, the pizza God remains.

With forty pizzas in thirty days his power was restored,

His holiness, the greatest of all chefs, the Father of

Peyton Manning returned for another endorsement,

all pizza, the Papa John.

The NFL came crawling back,

He has returned from his purgatory where he had repented for uttering the bad word once.

They needed him.

Just as everyone had.

“To Nature�

Samuel Taylor Coleridge It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety.

So let it be; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.

So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.

Reflection Lucy Lapeyrouse

By: Suzy McCall

By: Kira Feeney

“O Wary Deer�

Isabel Valenzuela

Wary deer, that does hurtle through the wood Ever silent with boundless grace, and fear.

Robins harmonize but you sense no good As your pursuer grows near, O young deer!

His endless taunts and hate are all you hear, Your constant rejection is all he knows And safety you cannot find in a peer

While your anxiety lingers and grows.

Why did you have to be the one he chose?

Your light diminished from his advances Forever hoping he will never close

Yet you carry on taking your chances.

For boys will be boys, or so we are told

Camouflage Isabel Valenzuela

Red Redemption by Calista Cleveland

“Dusk in June�

Sara Teasdale Evening, and all the birds In a chorus of shimmering sound Are easing their hearts of joy For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet, The few first stars are white,-Oh let me like the birds Sing before night.

Dusk Matthew Morgan

“Set Free�

Life could never be more pleasant than it is now My soul has been set free My hair blows in the wind I close my eyes I can feel the tension receding I've never felt so free My always-tense body is not that way now My muscles relax as I fall "I could sing of Your love forever," I sing as loud as I can

My melodic voice rings out over the cliffs My eyes are still closed as I fall Faster and faster I take a deep breath and open my eyes to view the sky Deep, dark clouds loom ahead But I don't care I have been set free from my prison Being behind those titanium bars almost made me mad, insane But I have been set free I will no longer go insane For I have been set free Shadow Black

Conformed Ann Hanlon Cummings

Special Thanks We want to give both Mr. Fisher and Mr. Courie a special thank you. Without them, Logos would not be possible.

Thank you again to the Fine Arts and English departments for encouraging students to excel in arts and pushing them to find their own artistic voice.

And last, but certainly not least, thank you to each and every student who submitted work. It takes immense courage to publish your work, and Logos simply would not exist without you.

Artists:

Isabella Brown

Adele Crowe

Katherine Rush

Alex Rosenthal

Kira Feeney

Ann Hanlon Cummings

Lucy Lapeyrouse

Anne Katherine Scott

Madison McGinley

Calista Cleveland

Mary Horner

Caroline Hinkle

Matthew Morgan

Claire Lee

Natalie Douglas

Claire Tatum

Olivia Beard

David Brown

Reece Hopkins

Ella France Scott

Ross Cummings

Emma Mueller

Sadie Weldon

Gabriel Eubanks

Suzy McCall

Isabel Valenzuela

Taylor Shuford

Student Authors:

Cover Art: Sadie Weldon Title Page Art: Isabella Brown Editor’s Page Art: Isabella Brown Special Thanks Page Art: Isabel Valenzuela

Adele Crowe

John Shell

Annie Boteler

Landon Rawlins

Derek Walcott

Lillian Webb

Emma Mueller

Natalie Douglas

Isabel Valenzuela

Roman Pendleton

Isabella Brown

Will Goodloe