LETTERFROMTHEEDITORS

If you're wondering what "Interlude" means, we are too. Just kidding, here's why we selected it for the title of our first literary magazine: (1) It's a cool word; (2) an interlude is something extra either in theater or music. It is music between words...amusement between entertainment.

Though this magazine is not a musical endeavour, the word is fitting because this it really came to life after the hectic year of working on our yearbook.

We needed a breath from all the other things our publications program does. This was out lighthearted way to end the year. We think everyone who worked on this magazine can vouch for that. Anyways, we hope you enjoy Encinal's first ever literary magazine and all the incredibly talented artist's work featured within it.

- Gabby Benaquista and Isa Anderson

SPECIAL THANKS TO DESIGNERS:

"Salt"

You caught me bleeding so I used my cotton and ice

Rub some salt all in my eyes

You won’t ever see me cry

Your teeth are sharp as knives

Cut the strings up in my mind

Sleep with you for a night and call you mine

I’ll call you mine, I’ll call you mine

Josiah Bowles

"Tongue"

"You know I hate to say I’m wrong. Learn to swallow my tongue. A million times, a million one. But I was never anybody I should fall for. And I know you hate the way I hum–never better than your own. On my head’s your favorite place to drum, But I was never anybody you should fall for.

Josiah Bowles

"Wisconsin"

Can you write me from Wisconsin, do the Great Lakes keep you warm? I’ve been meaning to call.

When I write you’re not responding, does somebody keep you warm? I’ve been meaning to call. I’ve been meaning to call.

Josiah Bowles

"Butterflies"

The butterflies are near again, on a flight to Michigan, tonight. Had to work a couple extra weeks–the end of summer, three weeks sober. I bought you a one way ticket–somewhere south of here. We could live with everything we’d ever need. As long as you hold it safely, keep it to your chest–everything we’d ever need.

Josiah Bowles