Blue & Gold Volume VII

St. John Paul II

Blue & Gold

Volume VII

Literature & Arts Magazine

Blue & Gold

St. John Paul II

Catholic High School

Literature & Arts Magazine

Volume VII

2022-2023

"With loving regard, the divine Artist passes on to the human artist a spark of his own surpassing wisdom, calling him to share in his creative power. "

-St.

John Paul II

A Note From The Editors

Dear Readers,

It is with bitter-sweet emotions that we bring to you Volume VII of Blue & Gold. We have had the honor to lead this publication & nurture its growth for three wonderful years. This magazine has been our own passion project and we are a bit sad, but also excited to hand the torch of editing off to the future Editor(s)-in-Chief. Thank you all for your time, contributions, & support.

Wishing you all well,

Ana Baltodano & Catherine Lucas Editors-in-Chief

Table of Contents

"Moon" Catherine Lucas

"Untitled" Isa Santana

"Time is Going" Ariana Felix

"Minecraft" Abigail De Mont-Rosier Thomas

"Charon" Ava Griffiths

"Untitled" Isa Santana "Sunset City" Ava Griffiths

"Potato Mole" Jonathon Faircloth

"Stimulating & Refining" Nallely Henriquez

"Untitled" Karly Stephens

"Untitled" Isa Santana

"Plants" Ariana Felix

"Frogs in Shock" Camryn Whitley

"Rocky Mountains" Claire McCormick

"Dewdrops" Camryn Whitley

"Stars" Catherine Lucas

"Cosmonaut" Catherine Lucas

"Dog" Ana Baltodano

"Untitled" Isa Santana

"Nicaragua" Ana Baltodano

"Untitled" Isa Santana

"Far off Gaze" Claire McCormick

"Untitled" Cole

"Setting Sun" Ava Griffiths

"Untitled" Caroline Seamen

"Entomophobia"Catherine Lucas

"Camera Shy" Ariana Felix

"Untitled"

Isa Santana Photography

"Moon"

Catherine Lucas

Acrylic

"Time is Going"

Minecraft, the best game ever my old buddy and I have been playi forever

We played on his ps4 like zombies

We thought we were cool as can be We even had the toys

We separated after primary school

Were no longer friends but we were cool

We met together in a life-altering game

We still played Minecraft every day

We didn’t know it was to stay

Who knew we would still play this game

“

Abigail De Mont-Rosier Thomas Poetry

Ariana Felix Oil

"An Honest Self-Reflection" Jesús Palma

"Santa Fe"

Catherine Lucas Photography

"Mercado"

Ariana Felix Photography

"Potato Mole"

Jonathon

Faircloth

Film

“

Stimulating & Refining”

Nallely

Henriquez

Charcoal

"Untitled"

Karly

Stephens

Graphite

"Stars"

Catherine Luca

Acrylic

You sailed without a destination. You sailed on, leaving no tangible evidence of your existence to treasure.

You had no treasure, as you were born from the lowest streets. Still, you sailed.

We remember you by your ship— every nail hammered with you in mind, every plank measured for your body’ s design.

Yet your ship would not save you It could not.

We knew how the elements would wear at the hull We, both your master and comrade, knew your voyage would not last Still, you sailed.

I’d like to think you understood. You believed it—us— to be worth it But, you left port many years ago, & we do not share a mother tongue

So, because I am unable to spe I preserve this mess with the hopes it may reach Laika, I am sorr

“Cosmonaut” Catherine Lucas

"Nicaragua"

Ana Baltodano

Haiku

Constant warm sunshine

Colorful houses, palm trees

You are still my home

"Untitled"

Haley Shoup

Mixed Media

"Preliminary Art"

Nallely

Henriquez

Charcoal

"Wô"

Ariana Felix Charcoal

"Untitled"

Caroline Seamen

Colored Pencil

"A Starry Night"

Savi Knill

Sculpture

"The Human Body"

Mary Hutchinson Oil Pastel

"Untitled"

Caroline Seamen

Mixed Media

“

Lago Suchitlan, Suchitoto, El Salvador”

Alessandra Tejada

Photography

"Setting Sun"

Ava Griffiths

Photography

"Untitled"

Caroline Seamen

Watercolor

tomophobia"

Catherine Lucas

Mixed Media

"Camera Shy"

Arian Felix Graphite

Jesús Palma Rhyming

I’ m a willow weeping on your riverside

Draining any slight sight of green ‘til every leaf has dried

A flush of scarlet was all that would ever sprawl

Before there was nothing that could come up come fall

October took a tough toll through its nighttime winds

After parting ways with branches, leaves head for a swim

Disintegrating at the touch of your frigid flow

Sheets of copper tarnished as soon as they all sink below

Otoño”

"Sacred Heart"

Kayden Batcheller, Nallely Henriquez, Jazmin Flores

Oil Pastel

“Poem” Olivia

Bellam Free Verse

There it was That green and pink chair. Standing like a statue in the corner as I’d stare, What would it have been like if she was never there?

I can ' t bring myself to do it To sit back down and think Of those memories we shared Just you, her, and me.

As I stand in that room. Thinking for a while Of how she would look down at me With that kind, gentle smile But remembering that day I wish it was a lie. What if we could've stopped it? And we wouldn't have to cry.

Special Thanks

Editors-in-Chief

Ana Baltodano

Catherine Lucas

Assistant Editors

Ava Griffiths

Ariana Felix

Jesús Palma

Review Committee

Jennifer Freeman

John O'Sullivan

Mary Julian

Contributors

(in order of appearance)

Catherine Lucas

Isa Santana

Ariana Felix

Abigail De Mont-Rosier Thomas

Ava Griffiths

Isa Santana

Ava Griffiths

Alessandra Tejada

Jesús Palma

Katherine Rowan

Jonathon Faircloth

Nallely Henriquez

Karly Stephens

Camryn Whitley

Claire McCormick

Ana Baltodano

Cole Hudson

Haley Shoup

Savi Knill

Caroline Seamen

Mary Hutchinson

Caroline Seamen

Kayden Batcheller

Jazmin Flores

Olivia Bellamy