The Red Wheelbarrow: The Voice 2017-2018 vol. 2

The Red Wheelbarrow

The Voice Storm King School 2017-2018 Volume 2

The Voice

The literary Magazine of Storm King School

Š 2017-2018 No works may be copied or reproduced without the express written consent of the individual writer or artist.

In sixteen words, William Carlos Williams helped redefine poetry. It is hard to find a poem that is more recognizable than what has become known as "The Red Wheelbarrow". William Carlos Williams believed in the use of everyday diction and writing about ordinary things.

Williams' "no ideas but in things" reflected his philosophy as an Imagist to paint an honest picture. Williams use of innovative line breaks and his ability to create a juxtaposition of images moved poetry into a direction where both the reader and poet engage the world. His shared vision with his college friend, Ezra Pound created a desire to represent the magic of the world around us, with simplicity.

From Spring and All (1923) XXII so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

William Carlos Williams

We are grateful for all of the poets who contributed to this issue.

Special thanks to our advisor Mr. Rowe who inspires us to write.

And to the artists who did specific work for this issue.

Droplets-Emily Elizabeth Kent Meeting Under the Couch- Emily Doles Out of the Window- Beijia Fan Mirror-Emily Elizabeth Kent Trees Ring-Emily Elizabeth Kent Tribe-Max Nie Morning- Haohui Zheng Bugs-Boya Di Morning-Boya Di The Raincoat-Aidan Sweeney Only Rain Knows-Beijia Fan Autumn Trees-Siyu Wang The Wind-Siyu Wang Shooting Star-Rory Tobin Tower-Rory Tobin Ant-Alex Goldsberry Sauce-Alex Goldsberry Spider's Web-Huanran Mao All Alone-Huanran Mao Day's Like This-Zoe Stene Reflection-Allegra Walker Hats-Allegra Walker Blind Man-Joseph Dawson Zombie Sleep-Joseph Dawson Halloween-Peiyu Yang Chopsticks-Yumeng Song The Grey Pumpkin-Cem Taviloglu The Old Man’s Knife-Cem Taviloglu The Filled Coffee Mug- Michael Pelton A Man’s Black Hoodie-Michael Pelton Dragon-Richard Chen The Morning Sun-Olivia O’Blaney Château- Yangshuo Wu

Artwork Tiana Vazquez Beijia Fan Yumeng Song Zhuoshi Ren Tanes Chandran Siyu Wang Huanran Mao Kylie Marshall Tsai-Hsin Chen Ines Borbon Miles Lucas Tamar McGowan Polina Shklovskaya

Lost Piece-Jayden Figueroa The Mountain-Jenna Smith Soul of the River-Lorenzo Pretto Dark Mountain-Max Nie Sun-Owen Ng A Sunrise-Michael Pelton The Ocean-Alejandro Costamelle The Waters-Aidan Sweeney Drowning-Olivia O’Blaney Love-Mingwei Yang Saturday-Chris Chu Sunday-Chris Chu House-Max Nie Harley Quinn- Haohui Zheng Bag-Owen Ng The Pen- Owen Ng Glasses-Caroline Hecht Socks-Caroline Hecht Hope-Mingwei Yang Blue Waves- Dominique Gooden Lucid Dream-Sophia Pretto Tennis Court-Peiyu Yang The Brown Flowerpot-Jose Figueroa Lights-Aidan Sweeney Rainy Day-Joseph Dawson The Rain-Peiyu Yang Dance-Boya Di School Day-Igor Zelenko Late-Armani Walker Depression-Jose Figueroa Far Lands-Alejandro Costamelle The Flower Chinaware-Richard Chen Super Car-Richard Chen Cotton Candy-Haohui Zheng

Cover: Tiana Vazquez So Much Depends- Peter E. Rowe

Droplets Emily Elizabeth Kent Clear is the soft glass As I see But is not true glass My eyes see On the bark of trees Crystal Seas May these droplets be Of Seelie

Meeting Under the Couch Eliza Doles dust lies under the couch dog hair and dust bunnies collect underneath like a secret meeting being held

Out of the window Beijia Fan Sea casts by Dawn With slight mist Surround Water flows to Sky Smog sprawls then Flys Ocean is sky’s Reflection Where’s clouds’ sliding Direction

Beijia Fan

Mirror Emily Elizabeth Kent Clear as rainbows And adventure ďŹ lled Stued with stories Written by time A gift mine It shines

Trees Ring Emily Elizabeth Kent Whistling through forest leafs Wind sweeps Giving voices to sing Trees ring

Morning Hao Hui Zheng The warm quilt Hugs me

Messy hair

Droopy eyes

Typical morning

Polina Shklovskaya

Tribe Max Nie In the spring The last night and the ďŹ rst day of poetry sings The night sings to the daughter of the night Wreaking havoc Village In the spring At night, my dear friend Beautiful poplar trees In the north woods

Bugs Boya Di some rustle on my window a big black bug on my curtain with eight thin legs one step one step they slowly move suddenly flying rapidly to the ceiling

Zhuoshi Ren

Morning Boya Di harsh music interrupts my dream when I open my eyes confused who am I where am I what am I doing I rush to get into school dress to brush my teeth to wash my fat face to go for instant breakfast while I'm eating students walk slowly their eyes simply dazed hair is messy they talk softly all is dierent from lunch

The Raincoat Aidan Sweeney A thirsty raincoat Rests upon my shoulder. struggling against the Wind, Waiting for crystal droplets.

Tiana Vazquez

Only Rain Knows Beijia Fan

Only rain knows their homeland Which cloud raised but then abandoned them Without any kind They were wandering During the long way falling All they knew Was keep their short life going Only rain knows their color Depending on the reflection of sunlight glory Or the tinct of flower They painted themselves into others shadow During the unknown travel All they knew Was hiding their trace or making it shallow Only rain knows where they belong Slides from the edge of the umbrella then land On a wet fragrant ground They hoped someone gives a hug for their coming During their unexpected appearing All they knew Was an unavoidable fate of dying

Autumn Trees Siyu Wang The Autumn strolls I see his colorful footprints He left them on the green mountains Red, green, and orange Trees look like pigmented broccolis Wind Siyu Wang What a freezing day!

The wind is raging angrily, sounding just like my mother When she has found out that I have failed my math test again Her voice sounds just like the storm

Siyu Wang

Shooting Star Rory Tobin It shot across the black night Faster than it takes to blink It blinded me and I froze I had forgotten to make a wish

Flower Rory Tobin I attempted to stay tall, sturdy Rooted to the ground Fighting against mother nature Until my whisper fades

Ant

Alex Goldsberry A hot, humid summer day, I stepped on an ANT, Took off the legs And dropped it in the toilet.

Swishing in the flushed water, One ANT who serves no more purpose, then another in its original colony.

The ANT society has lost perhaps, A dad, mother, brother, sister, king, Maybe a god.

Sauce

Alex Goldsberry It’s Hot and Tangy It fulfills every meal Even if I add one drop You already know the deal Burgers, Rice, Chicken Wings This is one topping that I put on everything I’ve got it on my toes I wear it on all in my clothes Everyone wants my secret But I don’t let anyone know I walk outside i’m balling I go to the spot i’m scoring Why is everyone hating?

Is it because my pockets’ enormous?

I got a message for all of you If you ever get lost Just come find me Because i’ve got the Sauce

Spider’s Web Huanran Mao

A spider weaves and weaves and lies in wait A deadly silence lingering but nobody comes

All Alone Huanran Mao Shrouded in darkness Lonely paws shift Atop a glistening stone Amidst a trickling stream The cool wind pinches A pair of quivering whiskers As a cyan blue enamels Over a halcyon sky

Huanran Mao

Days Like This Zoe Stene

days like this drops of water on the window sills reminds me of the backseat of her Ford Explorer when the gap within me fills with laughter with her voice on the way to Goshen even though this is not the right emotion.

The rain is supposed to feel sad. and I suppose now I do now that you’ve sold the car you’ve had since I was two.

The wind’s strength today is strange for Cornwall she murmurs memories of past hurricanes: playing uno in the dim light surrounded by family and a scented candle’s flames. now: in the corner of the kitchen I sit quietly with a glass of water finding a friend in the green uno table we still own rarely used falling apart wondering how we ended up alone.

Reection Allegra Walker

Hats Allegra Walker

Tired eyes catch my gaze Messy brows and tangled lashes follow along.

Staring back at the polished glass, Dim faces exchange cautious confusion.

Straw hats strike me with confusion.

Berets battle uncooperative curls, And snapbacks struggle to please staple styles.

As many times as I try, I can't seem to guarantee gracious looks Of beauty.

Blind Man Joseph Dawson I see A blind man Walking towards me.

But he Does not See me.

He stops And stares Into my eyes.

I feel Them pierce My soul The blind man Could see Me. But I Could not See him.

Tanes Chandran

Zombie Sleep Joseph Dawson I am a zombie My thoughts are not my own My words are not my own My actions are not my own Darkness from the depth of my soul Is printed on my eyes Betraying the thoughts that aren’t my own Displaying myself to a world I don’t know Darkness melts and reveals the light My thoughts are my own My words are my own My actions are my own

Halloween Peiyu Yang The smell of pumpkin and candy, The colors of costumes, The best day for kids.

But be careful, Be aware of the one behind you.

Chopsticks Yumeng Song As the brown Wooden sticks Approach gradually One white ďŹ sh steak One green broccoli One little golden corn Nothing is a challenge For a pair of chopsticks Except for soup

Chopsticks

Yumeng Song

The Grey Pumpkin Cem Taviloglu

The Old Man's Knife Cem Taviloglu

The orange moon gleaming,

Rusty,

through the grim clouds, Meeting a pumpkin,

buried in strands of hay, It's carved out eyes, simmer with red,

While it can see the dead, A rusty wrench floats, Floats into his, Musty hands,

And purple mist,

Rises from the sands.

Lying on a rotten bench, Scuffy,

It’s handle with a sheen of silver,

Heart,

The passion in it’s use, Dulled,

The edge from wood carving, Unsteady,

The old man's hands Firm,

A grip like a gorilla, Squeaky,

The old man's leather jacket, Heavy,

The old man's fall,

Drenched, The old man

The Filled Coffee Mug Michael Pelton So much depends Upon A filled coffee Mug Filled up to The brim Beside the wrinkled Newspaper

A Man’s Black Hoodie Michael Pelton Something to stay Unique Comfortable To wear My Ice Nine’s With me Forever on My back

These Questions Yangshuo Wu These questions are suffering me like a demon from hell slicing my mind one by one

Dragon Richard Chen When the Dragon pierces through the middle of the cloud ďŹ rst comes the antenna ďŹ ercely then the head breaking free in the light of the vast sky

The Morning Sun Olivia O'Blaney The sunlight

came streaming in through the

opened window

Bouncing off the white walls

Golden rays lit up

the room

Château Yangshuo Wu Watch you on the ground as I dance with you I can't find words that can compliment your beauty We're in love at our château Come to my side let me hold your hand as two lovely butterfly

Tiana Vazquez

Zhuoshi Ren

Lost Piece

Jayden Figueroa You were the piece no one cared to look for.

I searched and searched and searched.

Behind the counter, the curtain, under my mattress and nothing.

You were the last piece stuffed into the side of the couch.

I stuck my hand in and came out with crumbs and lint.

But finally, I found you.

I promised to never lose you and hold you close forever.

I told you that you were the lost puzzle piece that completed me.

The Mountain

by Jenna Smith Snowy mountain shimmering Smells like freedom Trees shine brightly Illuminating inside the deep green forest.

Soul of the River Lorenzo Pretto Shapeless the poetry ows over the deepest lands.

Resilient is the runner, pursuing various tree branched routes and never giving up venturing to the distant destination.

For it always exists and preserves blue waters.

Dark Mountain Max Nie The sun goes down, at this time I am the last person went down the mountain The stream sound is ampliďŹ ed, foil A mountain of empty, pressure to me Near the bottom, I met a white pheasant A few meters away, it comes out for food?

See me that long pheasant tail a little hesitant instantly disappears Looking up from my head, half of the moon swings from branch to branch I dragged my legs to continue downward, chasing companions Stopped at a light in front of the house When I looking back See a tall ladder Then darkness cover the mountain

A Sunrise

Michael Pelton Blood Red

On the Horizon Light creeping

Through the shades Of my window The sun

Pierces through My sleep

Borbon

Sun Owen Ng In the morning, You just awoke-tired rising up pretty slow Like a walking dead.

In the afternoon, You warm my heart With the unlimited powerful brightness Like the god’s smiling at me.

In the evening, You go down to rest And a substitution comes up Sometimes it is a rotten banana.

At night, We are both having sweet dreams About our date for tomorrow So the long night goes by quicker.

A dayYou are the burning candle in the dark SacriďŹ cing your kindness To light up my routine life.

The Ocean Alejandro Costemalle So much We need the ocean Trembling and rough It sustains us people

The Waters Aidan Sweeney The splintered dock goes out, chasing the sea carrying a red buoy struggling to stay aoat

Drowning Olivia O'Blaney His hands slapped the water violently as he descended deeper into the dark ocean

Love

By Mingwei Yang Love Is a poison.

If you drink it, You don’t have any antidotes Love Is a running race You need to keep running You can feel what love is in every step Love Is a blurred thing Sometimes it gives warmth to you Sometimes it hurts your heart

Tanes Chandran

Saturday Chris Chu Open my eyes A beam of sunlight through the blinds Walking to the outside A pure white airplane hangs in the sky Say good morning to the people All the passion is like the flamingo Back home sit down and I'm ready to write a poem Turn off the light Whispered to my roommate sleep tight Sunday Chris Chu It was a rainy day Black clouds cut off by the airway the weather makes people weary the ticking of the rain aroused my appetite Eager to have a package of fragrant chestnuts and even better another sweet chocolate donut Let me feel a bit of warmth on this cold rainy day

House Max Nie Rosy clouds are chasing the moon It is novel that I get into the house which is a little cold The night under the cold weather The mood is cool and refreshing And the sun Warm like cotton blankets Warm like a furnace burning Meanwhile the crowds outside Hubbub and squabble

Harley Quinn Hao Hui Zheng

Red side and blue side Split but as a whole Love has got her blind Mr. Joker is in her mind She will never cry Because she always wins her fights

Bag Owen Ng Climbing On My straight back every day Landing On My flat shoulders Acting Like A white koala Lifting Heavy And thick books and paper With Mamba mentality Of perseverance

My Pen Owen Ng Sleeping on a Brown table Wearing a Black jacket Beside the grey Thin pencil box Staring at Square ceiling Without Its white cap Trying to Finish my work Nothing comes out When it writes Living in The trash forever

Glasses Caroline Hecht Clear glass picture frames on my face.

Worn everyday so I can see you.

They let me watch Netflix, venture into Black Rock, and admire beautiful flowers.

But the most important thing to see is you.

Socks Caroline Hecht The warmth of my toes on the frigid floor.

Creeks of the boards fill the vacant house.

Echoing, my feet resound until I put on socks.

The sound ceases to exist.

Hope

By Mingwei Yang The sun brought the sunlight into our heart.

There is no longer a dark place.

Holding us Now. If the night comes, the Devil arrives Be careful We can not let the darkness erode or weaken our soul Encountering difficulties, we need to solve them, keep going Do not be defeated The sun always brought the sunlight into our heart.

Keep Believing Hope will come to your life, a blooming flower We need to trust hope like the sun

The Blue Waves Dominique Gooden The blue waves scatter over the brown rough sand splashing the children rushing to greet the sun

Lucid Dream Sophia Pretto Dreams so deep lucid dreams

Aware, attentive, alert Loud screams Seems

too authentic

Almost reality

Zhuoshi Ren

Tennis court Peiyu Yang The new black tennis court, Smells like the mixture of sunshine and sweat.

Players with their racquets are there When the sun is up.

When the light of the lamp is on, They just start to pack up.

They tasted every flavor The sweetness of a win, The bitterness of loss, The salt of sweat and hard work.

But for them, A “good job” is their best reward.

The Brown Flowerpot Jose Figueroa

So much depends upon

the brown flowerpot earth's

coal-black soul

intertwines with

the pot’s frigid skin next to the gelid, dead grass.

Lights Aidan Sweeney Green lights dance atop the glowing water. there, Then gone, followed by another color

Rainy Day Joseph Dawson Nature plays its tune Upon the wet pavement A splash of clear liquid It soothes me Comforts me Shields me I listen silently Straining my ear For the soften tune I am not alone As nature plays its tune Upon the wet pavement

The Rain Peiyu Yang The rain The tears from the sky, So loud, so heavy, Sounds like a catastrophe.

It washed away the hot summer heat Suddenly, gold leaves cover the ground.

The music of nature, The best lullaby.

Reminds me that my childhood, has passed by.

Kylie Marshall

Dance Boya Di open the door black shoes on the oor she stands at the center wearing a white dress raises head on tiptoes stretches arm twirling on one foot after seconds she jumps one step into the air revolving again

School day Igor Zelenko When I see god crying I feel like I froze in time.

I look upon my watch And it’s standing still.

Hands are not moving No sign of life anywhere.

I want to escape I am waiting for the heavenly ring.

Finally, I hear that soul-warming sound Time for soccer practice to begin.

Late Amani Walker I missed my bus So I ordered a taxi Breakfast starts 7:30 I hoped I wasn't late Little did I know The taxi would arrive at 8

Depression Jose Figueroa Darkness and its consumption swallows me whole Dragging me through this hell called earth Only to ďŹ nd out that there is no worth In living my life and doing this work Into the sunken place or into my grave My heart is destroyed the silence is brave Till death do us part I'll enter my grave To die all alone with nothing to say.

Zhuoshi Ren

Far Lands Alejandro Costemalle So many things Lay At the far lands Blurry in the distance Below the grey clouds

The Flower Chinaware Richard Chen so many people obsessed with the flower porcelain ware

filled with Chinese history

above the old desk

Super Car Richard Chen As the car roaring past the mid of the road first the engine sound loudly the tail light rushed into the star of the empty night

Cotton Candy HaoHui Zheng As lovely as clouds As sweet as honey Soft and pink In my heart soul

and mind

I want to fly

Siyu Wang

So much depends upon William Carlos Williams Say it No ideas but in things poems are hiding inside us waiting for the declutter of silver keys