Marian Burn Literary Arts Magazine Fall 2018

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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...”

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Editorial Policy Marian presents Burn, a literary arts magazine that strives to showcase the original art, photography and creative writing of our student body. Burn is published twice a year, once per semester, and we accept submissions from all grade levels. Our submissions are judged anonymously, and those that are selected are subject to minor grammatical corrections. Burn is a forum for creative student expression. Our goal is to give students a place to publish their work and a place to have their peers appreciate their work. Burn is published by Graphic Technologies, Inc. For the 2018-2019 school year, there will be 800 copies printed per semester. All titles of pieces and page numbers are set in Kathen font. The writing is set in Avenir Light. The softwares used were Adobe InDesign CS6 and Adobe Photoshop CS6. Our advisers were art teacher, Mrs. Lindsay Cisco and journalism teacher, Mrs. Marsha Kalkowski. For inquiries, contact us at Marian 7400 Military Ave. Omaha, NE 68134 or burn@omahamarian.org.

Fall ‘18 Burn Staff Editors: Kate Brashear ‘19, Emma Williams ‘19, Chloe Herbert ‘20, Scarlett Wedergren ‘20. Staffers: Ava Bettger ‘19, Lily Blake ‘19, Caroline Drew ‘19, Hali Hansen ‘19, Cori Johnson ‘19, Audrey Laney ‘19, Kaitlyn Rosenbaum ‘19, Macy Salerno ‘19, Ashley Straub ‘19, Sarah Burnett ‘20, Rylee Gregg ‘20, Chrissy Gulseth ‘20, Shruthi Kumar ‘20, Katie Tiojanco ‘20, Ella Meis ‘20, Callie Cavanaugh ‘21, Naomi Delkamiller ‘21, Ellie Kripal ‘21.

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Paper Swarm - Ashley Straub ‘19 White Maze - Naomi Delkamiller ‘21 Organized Chaos - Art IV (Submitted by Claire Sena) ‘19 Taking it Easy - Scarlett Wedergren ‘20 She - Frances Cihunka ‘21 Sunny Day - Katherine Pelton ‘19 The Ride Home - Mary Claire Daubendiek ‘21 Sweet Treat - Ashley Straub ‘19 The Artist - Frances Cihunka ‘21 The Truth - Clara Neary ‘20 It’s Brave - Naomi Delkamiller ‘21 Inkjoy is a Real Emotion - Mary Claire Daubendiek ‘21 Shadows in a Queue - Caroline Drew ‘19 Bedroom Mirror - Naomi Delkamiller ‘21 For You From Me - Frances Cihunka ‘21 Nebraska - Audrey Otwell ‘19 A Milky Mess - Joey Carollo ‘19 Artemis - Ashley Straub ‘19 Lily Pads - Mary Claire Daubendiek ‘21 YOUth - Lydia Delkamiller ‘19 Go Against the Grain - McKenna Blaine ‘21 The Girl Made of Light - Emily Beyer ‘21 Too Many to Count - Scarlett Wedergren ‘20 The Magic of Self-Love - Arij Khan ‘20 Creation of Woman - Ellie Kripal ‘21 Stars - Taylor Sterba ‘19 Last October - Thamonwan Dechoponchai ‘19 Palestinian Window Dressing - Lydia Delkamiller ‘19 Oranges - Becca Townley ‘19 Trust is a Mirror - Anna Stefan ‘22 Building Character - Caroline Drew ‘19 The Infinite Flower - Hai’den Davis ‘22 Finger Flowers - Ava Bettger ‘19 Playful Pup - Anna Hern ‘22 Rose - Emily Schneckenberger ‘19

[ photo by naomi delkamiller ]

“white maze�

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“organized chaos� [ art by art iv class ]

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“taking it easy� [ art by scarlett wedergren ]

she [ writing by frances cihunka ] Outward sunshine Underground moon She gives everything away And is left empty The moment is wide But the feeling is short Smells the rose Then she feels the thorn

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“sunny day� [ photo by katherine pelton ]

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“the ride home� [ photo by mary claire daubendiek ]

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“sweet treat� [ art by ashley straub ]

the artist

[ writing by frances cihunka ]

The sky is painted every day with the hopes and dreams of yesterday.

Far above the clouds where our heads lay, The artist strokes the messages he wishes to convey.

To strike hope into our longing hearts, Wonderful wisdom he imparts, To continue on and never stop, For on the mountain of life, our dreams lie at the top.

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“the truth” [ photo by clara neary ]

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it’s brave [ writing by naomi delkamiller ]

It’s brave – being willing to throw out and create again. For so much of art is simply letting it suck.

For artists do not paint everything they draw. Writers are truly only rewriting, photographers often fail to follow the rules, and a poet’s craft is nothing but their own.

A true artist knows that good art takes time. Time to give, time to grow, time to see.

“inkjoy is a real emotion”

[ art by mary claire daubendiek ]

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“shadows in a queue� [ photo by caroline drew ]

bedroom mirror [ writing by naomi delkamiller ]

I never see the same girl twice.

But. That is the power of change, growth, and vulnerability.

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for you from me [ writing by frances cihunka ] One of you reading this (Or maybe all of you) Needs to know something.

You were made as a star.

Bright, incandescent, and beaming.

A light for others to follow.

A beauty, a marvel, a wish.

A hope.

Stars are there every day and every night.

They hold wishes, fears and dreams.

They guide us.

So, no matter who you are or who you think you are.

What you’re going through or how you feel.

You are a star.

And stars shine brightest in the dark.

“nebraska” [ photo by audrey otwell ]

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“a milky mess” [ photos by joey carollo ]

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I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife. You are my youth the fountain of life. Run by heavy streams of peace. You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised.

By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife. You are my youth the fountain of life. Run by heavy streams of peace. You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife. You are my youth the fountain of life. Run by heavy streams of peace. You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you.

From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife.

You are my youth the fountain ofby life.

Run by heavy [ art ashley straub ] streams of peace. You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering.

How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife. You are my youth the fountain of life. Run by heavy streams of peace.

You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing.

By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife. You are my youth the fountain of life.

Run by heavy streams of peace. You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one again. You were the happiness, replaced by strife. You are my youth the fountain of life. Run by heavy streams of peace. You are the water. That will one day run again. I think about you almost every day. I felt you once and didn’t know what to say. I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes. I touched your spirit, which is now disguised. By the fear of time, fleeting. By the near future, demanding. By the expectations, changing. By the uncertainty, lingering. How far away I am from you. From your imagination, creating. From your wonder, inspiring. From your curiosity, learning. From your confidence, never shaking. I hope one day we are one

“artemis”

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YOUth

[ writing by lydia delkamiller ]

I think about you almost every day I felt you once and didn’t know what to say I heard your laugh and felt tides in my eyes I touched your spirit, which is now disguised By the fear of time, fleeting By the near future, demanding By the expectations, changing By the uncertainty, lingering How far away I am from you From your imagination, creating From your wonder, inspiring From your curiosity, learning From your confidence, never shaking I hope one day we are one again.

You were the happiness, replaced by strife You are my youth The fountain of life.

Run by heavy streams of peace You are the water, That will one day run again.

“lily pads”

[ photo by mary claire daubendiek ]

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“go against the grain” [ photo by mckenna blaine ]

the girl made of light

[ writing by emily beyer ]

There is a girl with stars in her eyes and hair like ravens’ feathers I see her lips, sweet like honey and soft as satin, form a smile that curls up at the corners I have learned to map every freckle on her face like constellations She knows every secret name and every time I call out for her I whisper her name on mountain tops into cool midnight air I whisper her name when standing in the frozen sea I whisper “she loves me” in fields and forests alike She is a light underwater, drawing me down into the murky depths below I will drown trying to reach her but I do not seem to care I would fill my lungs with fire and poison and vinegar for her to look at me I would give my blood for her to blush at me I have handed myself over to her, heart in hand, and set myself ablaze I have given all that I have to her, for she is destined to destroy me

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“too many to count” [ photo by scarlett wedergren ]

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the magic of self-love [ writing by arij khan ]

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self-love is ostentatious. you can’t love yourself in this society. deprecation is the destination for every young girl in this world saying she doesn’t deserve happiness because of how she was made, the way she was brought into this world. school teaches us how to overcome the hurt of bullies, but does it ever teach us how to combat our own selves, the biggest bullies of all? we constantly insult ourselves, undermine our potentials, and belittle our accomplishments. in our own eyes, we are nothing. some call it being humble, i call it being harmful. by repeatedly telling ourselves we deserve nothing and will accomplish nothing, we are harming ourselves. where has the love gone? when did we go from being proud of who we are to hating ourselves at the very core? when did our accomplishments turn into a fluke or mistake? all of us work so incredibly hard to be happy, but only in private, of course. love is so essential to who we are as human beings on this planet and we can show it to everyone but ourselves. it is incredibly difficult to outwardly showcase your love for who you are. however, it is essential to this society. we have not lost the ability to love, but we have lost the ability to love ourselves. this type is the most important of all. how can we show proper love to others if we can’t discover it for ourselves first. to whoever is reading this, love is the most magical feeling one can experience in this fleeting life. love yourself deeply, and the magic will live through you forever.

“creation of woman” [ art by ellie kripal ]

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One night this past summer, a meteor shower was supposed to be visible to the naked eye. I grabbed a couple of towels and spread them out on my driveway, relinquishing my thoughts to the sky as I lay down. My mind became a star, my body the universe. All of the shooting stars, the continuous thoughts in my mind.

The constellations, beauty marks on my ever-changing skin. I became aware of how large I can be. How even the littlest of spaces could be filled by my presence. How any person could look at me and see something entirely different. How I can change and evolve and still be beautiful.

I am the sky: warm, stormy, dark.

Spotted with the warmest of clouds, the occasional strike of something dangerous, and the sparkle of a thousand more things for me to find within myself. I am soft, I am powerful, I am beautiful.

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“last october�

[ writing by taylor sterba ]

[ photo by thamonwan dechoponchai ]

stars

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[ photo by lydia delkamiller ]

“palestinian window dressing�

“oranges” [ photo by becca townley ]

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trust is a mirror

[ writing by anna stefan ]

Trust is a mirror Because it reflects Each and every person to be at their best.

Trust is a mirror For when it shines Its light seeps into everyone’s minds.

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Trust is a mirror For if it shatters It’s never the same, though the shards have been gathered.

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the infinite flower [ writing by hai’den davis ]

I’m a rose waiting to bloom But I am slowly drowning in this rainy gloom Always waiting for the sun to shine Waiting for the day that I will call mine I wish and wish upon a star Praying that that day won’t be far Then one morning on a spring day My petals decided to come out and play I bloomed as beautiful as ever Hoping this day will last forever And it did.

From that day on I was named the infinite flower that grants wishes under the stars

“finger flowers” [ art by ava bettger ]

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[ fall 2018 ]