Lost to Time | Calliope Fall 2023

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LOSTTOTIME

TIME WARP

MARIYAM ALEEM

DINING ON DUS T

MIN A KIM

dust simmer s throughout the kitchen winds around bones, clogs nostr ils, bur ies lungs until they cave; swir ls of smog coating the tongue gar lic and dr ied chilies slipping through

a gaping heap; infestations of grey agonizing over chicken-and-ginseng soup, soft gr ains of r ice and tender pieces of chicken dr ifting throughout golden elixir dust pour s through throat, elixir now ash br aised dust, simmered in dust broth, topped with gr ated dust

NEVERL AND S TARS

JIA KIM

When we were young, too young to under stand the rest of the wor ld, it was just you and me . They loved to comment on how we were made for each other, and how we lit each other up, like the star s did in the sky. And so, we became the Never land Star s, those who carr ied a wor ld of wonder and magic with us wherever we roamed. The school was our castle , the sidewalks were our red car pets, and our matching sweater s were majestic robes woven from unicor n hair. But between the two of us, you had always shone br ighter. In our little Never land, you were our Peter Pan, fear less leader and the light that led ever yone down a path of adventure . I wasn’t Tinkerbell, not even Wendy, but just a Lost Boy, following in the shadow you had created. But I didn’t complain. The shade was cooling, for it was made for me , as you got war med by the sun, the way you liked it. When we were still young, but a bit older, your ener gy star ted to fade Peter Pan wasn’t as carefree and whimsical as he used to be His battles with Captain Hook had begun, and with each one he overcame , he fell a little closer to the ground than he used to When his toes ever so slightly br ushed against reeds of gr ass, ever yone shouted for But such was the role of the Never land Star s me one day what would happen if Captain Hook won. What would happen the day Peter Pan’s freedom would Never land.

hind them had disappeared. The once br ightest of the two Never land Star s had dimmed and lost the light it held tr ue name , and you smiled. It wasn’t like the smile you gave before , the one that said you could face anything in the wor ld, or that showed ever ything you had to look forward to in life . It was a smile that was bitter sweet, unstable , and adultlike . My Peter Pan was gone , and the Boy Who Didn’t Want to Grow Up lear ned to face reality with scar s on his limbs and wounds in his mind. that destroyed our little Never land Our castle became a school again, and our red car pets lost their color The magic hair s of the robes we used to wear so proudly had faded along with our youth There was no shadow for me to stay in anymore , instead my back had star ted to blister from the heat of the sun that you’ve endured for so my Peter Pan, I see you up above , dancing in our for gotten Never land When the day comes that I join you, we shall weave new cloaks for us to wear and repaint all the roads and castles that had faded with a coat of shimmering gold. We’ll rebuild the hear ts we lost and refor ge our childish spir its. We shall lead all to a land of wonder and dreams, a land unlike the reality you tr ied to escape . When we lead this time , I’ll share your burdens, I’ll car r y your Star s, if ever they were to fade again, they shall disappear together.

IS AAC BERNS TEIN CHANGY

S TUFF

Things are changing r ight now. They’re doing it really fast.

Between the blinds that cloud my vision, I look out into the night sky and see star s for ming in the distance But suns and star s are far away, A look at millions of lightyear s back. But we seem to be content with the ground Content to gaze at the puddles in the r ain.

We stare at the past through foggy lenses, Harbor false pretences about the events in our lives that can’t be descr ibed merely by stanzas, lines and . . . More stanzas.

We make mistakes and wonder and cope and create , Do negative things that have something to do with unnecessar y hate . And when I look out into this wor ld it fulls me with numerous emotions–

With excitement for the future and all that awaits With dread on my br ain and the knowledge of all the lousy events that’ll take place .

Memor ies of the changes are like the wet leaves stuck on my windshield, They’re there for a little , and they look kinda funny, but then they’re gone again, how unfair.

The seasons will tur n and I’ll be somewhat prepared, They’ll leave behind remnants of themselves but they’ll eventually be lost.

And in the long r un, change will not spare anything. It’ll just keep changing. Really, really fast.

ZONING OUT

ZELLIE HAMMOND

MISSING

RACHEL KUNKEL

On my wall hangs a photo of me and my sister Pink dress Brown dress

Little sandals on our feet and a white door behind us

We’re looking at each other A mischievous glint in our eyes Some plan in mind tugging our lips into a smile

What we were planning Where we were tr aveling Who had been taking the photo Have been whisked away from my memor y I mour n what I am missing

THAT NIGHT

JACK ROGUL A

That night. When time passed in an odd fashion. slower than molasses, Under the star s that will be frozen ever more . deep in your eyes lies the key to a time machine One gaze unlocks the door and it tr anspor ts me back back to

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verdict .

DEL USION AL

BODEN WILLIAMS

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RETURNING T O OUR ROO T S

EMILY NOR THRIP

LOOK AT THIS VIEW

LUKE GAMBER

you think about when you’re a kid Or at least I hope she did Because it’s mar velous.

now at the age where apar tments, like the ones you dream about when you are a kid, are soon to be a reality.

The feeling like you oddly let your parents down because you reached the age where you want to leave and star t your own life in an apar tement you've been dreaming about since you were a kid. I am looking through

dream about since you were a kid but didn’t want to let your parents down with, I wonder,

INFINITE ISOL ATION

MARAH S AID

resurfaces in my hear t

swaying with the rhythm of a pounding, pendulum

split-ting spi-r al plaguing my mind the soul sucking sensation suffocating the hear t manifests into gut-wrenching ter ror

the momentum of the ticking clock

i’ve desper ately denied;

NECTAR

S YDNEY KIM

The sight of a fer al hummingbird is what gets me to laugh, at the end of the day. beachside , i remember hands that felt like wings that felt like they were going to pull me apar t this bench we are on is plump with memor y.

shaped like a funnel shaped like a tor nado, the hummingbird digs, r amming its beak into a stor m that does not want to give . all the bird

Beachside , we light up like lanter ns and throw stones at the water that looks like mir ror s that look like all of my bitter ness. the stones sound like peace . the sight of a fer al hummingbird, the sight of a r ipple caused by A r ipple caused by our mercy gets me to stay.

DREAM ONCE MORE

MOLLY TOMCZYK

I lost the r ight to dream when I swapped out my barbies and color ing books for A phone and makeup

I lost the r ight to make-believe when I was browsing through social media

When I was more focused on fr iend dr ama and school than the fantastical wor lds inside my head

Now my dreams tur n to nightmares

And my hear t

Once free as a bird aches under the weight of growing up

I used to think anything was possible . Liter ally anything

Take back all my stupid makeup br ushes and foundations because they just give me acne anyway

Take me back to when eyeshadow was foreign to me

And where I would use makeup because I thought it was fun and ‘grown-up’

Take my laptop, and my phone , and my earbuds Because they’re just hiding places

That was stolen from me

By me

Thieved by my never-ending quest to be a teen, to be an adult, to be older

And Tangled while wear ing a pur ple dress

Singing along to the songs that felt so magical

Now I know that someone wrote those songs for money

And I pay more attention to the actor s Then the stor ies

I wish I could go back

Because I’m not ready to grow up

Take my ‘aesthetic’ decor ations

And replace them with the cluttered mess of toys

That are now shoved in a cold, dar k

cor ner of my basement

Where the remnants of childhood are dying

Laying there

Collecting dust

To leave the old me behind Stolen in the night without a single lullaby I never got to say goodbye

Because I was just tr ying to keep up with ever yone else I didn’t appreciate how wonderful my childhood was

Or at the ver y least

Unchain my hear t

Free my soul

So that the child in me can play

Once more

I MISS YOU

AN UNPRETT Y ENDING

EMILY PAVLIK

you’ve engr aved your self to my soul. but I’ve made you sink fur ther, submer ged beneath my tear s. you never seemed to have left. just lost.

ALEXIS SEED

HOLDING ON T O TIME

GABI S WIDLER

RESOLVE & REREAD

A twisted memor y between me and you

Sometimes I’ll sit down and read the tales you entail

Otherwise the dread overcomes me with your long chapter s, Neverending r un on sentences and pillows of punctuation

You cease but yet there is more

You cease but yet I choose to read again

The cycle of resolve and reread

Constant and overcoming

Somehow I have still chosen to read

BELL A PEHAR

the ebb: it retur ns ever y other day i feel the water lap around my ankles it cleanses my skin my sin but no r iver however erosive can er ase the skin of a sinner.

WATER. SON ALI VYAS

it threw me out of the ocean i thought r iver s tr aveled outward but i was wrong. it drowned my feet sur rounded my ankles and took them with it.

but that was before .

the r iver has now left and they went with it. but i can’t go anymore .

i’m stuck. str anded. i can’t retur n anymore .

MEMORIES IN TIME

JUNIOR YONG

Let me tell you something I’m afr aid. I’m afr aid of losing the ones I loved to the shining days To the scar y nights To the spar kling

The ones where you thought you belonged. The ones that became your per sonality. The ones that

A pause .

light of alar ms. From the gear s of gr and-father clocks. From the bell of the hour.

A crown appear s on their head. It shines in the dying light. The wor ld dulls around it.

Words are stuck They won’t come out There’s so much to say, so little time

They place the crown on your head. They bow, leaving the room with a gr in.

EXUBERANCE

HANN AH SCHUBER TH

Y

MADDIE CLOUTIER DIVINIT

I am the lover of uncontained and immor tal beauty

The words dr ain from my mind and I am left gaping.

Of all beings, she is the one that I desire; this nymph who fades now from view. Uncontained she must be , the trees whisper, unburdened, uninhibited. And I fall to my knees, knowing I have forever seen the last of her.

Beauty unseen since the days of Aphrodite , unseen until my long night

LO TUS DREAMS

JACQUELINE FREGO

GIRL BECOMES

MEGHAN NOE

Glass faced, glossy lipped, wide eyed Gir l

She dr inks the glass dr y

Choked by a pear l str ing

Pear ls

Like the planets in her cr ayon-constr ucted solar system

drop out of orbit

Sweeped up by space dust

Like the dust collecting on her vanity

Oppressed by perfectionism

The tiny dancer just can’t keep up her rhythm

A wooden gr ave and an unwound spr ing

Join tattered r ibbons and a stuffed lamb

Soon to be replaced by the fabr icated liber ation of broken glass

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EDITORS-IN-CHIEF

Sydney K im

Mina K im

PUBL IC REL AT IONS DIREC TOR

B ella Pe har

PHOTOGRAPHY

Ava Hage r

A bbie G ifar gis

POETRY

Sonali Vy a s

A llie S heles t

PROSE M eghan Noe

VISUAL ARTS

Olivia K im

A li Seed

ADVISOR

M r s . A mie Elliot t

S TA FF

Mar iy am A lee m

Isa ac B e r ns tein

Isabella C a s tillo

Scot t G onz ales

Hannah J ung

Ishamel K handok ar

J ia K im

R achel Kunkel

Mar ia Leonovich

Samir a Quevedo

Mar ah Said

T im Wal te r s

B ode n W illiams

A nn Xu

AS IF IT WERE YES TERDAY

AMBER HWANG