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ORACLE Art/Photography/Poetry/Short Stories Bishop Canevin High School - Spring 2025 Edition

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A Note from the Editor Hello, and welcome to the 2025 Spring Oracle! My name is Bella Carlini and this year I have taken on the role of Oracle Editor.

The Oracle is Bishop Canevin’s literary magazine. Here you will find photography, art, poetry, and short stories created by students.

This edition of The Oracle would not have been possible without the hard work of every student who submitted their pieces. Each submission is a representation of the individuality and creativity of our student body.

Thank you to all of the teachers who foster a creative environment in their classrooms and give their students the space to express themselves.

Finally, I would like to thank Mrs. Charlotte Smith for taking charge in collecting these submissions and for dedicating her time to this magazine and to her students. Thank You! Bella Carlini Editor

Contributors Kelsey Adamski ‘25 Marli Hornack ‘28 Clare Ruffing ‘25 A’lasia Aiken ‘27 Max Huet ‘28 Cienna Rung ‘27 Ayla Altman ‘25 Vaughn James ‘28 Isa Sakala ‘27 Cooper Anselm ‘26 Natalie Kirsch ‘25 Colton Schoedel ‘27 Eddie Benton ‘25 Riley Lecker ‘25 Susan Skindzier ‘25 Jamin Brock ‘27 Maria Leithauser Mihalega ‘28 Jeffry Spina ‘28 Katie Butcher ’26 Jackson Maddix ‘27 Naijah Stevenson ‘26 Lindsey Cable ‘26 Tyler Maddix ‘25 Aubrey Sudor ‘27 Bella Carlini ‘25 Lucia Madore ‘27 Braiden Sudor ‘25 Kya Cooley ‘27 Olivia Maida ‘27 Isabella Sysak ‘26 Rowan Creely ‘26 Bridget McNamara ‘25 Khamiyah Taylor ‘27 Julianna Daniele ‘27 Jacquie Miller ‘28 Lillian Ulrich ‘27 Aaryn Edwards ‘25 Noelle Miller ‘25 Lamier Wade ‘27 Cali Evans ‘26 Keilen Mitchel ‘27 TJ Wanamaker ‘25 Seana Fornauf ‘26 Isabella Moyer ‘25 Jonnae Young ‘26 Kaylee Gaudelli ‘28 Nyeema Norwood ‘27 Matthew Ziegler ‘26 Layne Gerba ‘27 Dominique Panza ‘25 Hannah Zurbola ‘25 Miriam Hardy ‘25 Lia Pilarski ‘27 Fionn Hites ‘26 Nicholas Preteroti ‘25 Olivia Holub ‘25 Akeelah Rooke ‘25

12 Ways to tell Spring is Approaching I In the whisper of the morning breeze, Spring awakens, the world to please.

II Blossoms burst in colors bright, Chasing away the winter’s night.

III Birds return with songs so sweet, Melodies that hearts do greet.

Greenery spreads across the land, Nature’s brush with gentle hand.

IV Rivers flow with renewed grace, Reflecting skies in a clear embrace.

V Sunlight dances on every leaf, As shadows play beneath the trees, bringing warmth and sweet relief.

VI Children play in fields of gold, Stories of springtime joy unfold.

Life reborn in every nook, Spring, a vibrant living book.

Eleven Ways of Looking at the Ocean I Among the silence of the world, the only thing heard Are the soothing sounds of the ocean II A gasp for air, left feeling panicked and hopeless Like drowning in the ocean III The ocean waves rise and fall Marking the new beginnings and endings Secrets lie beneath the facade shown to the world The secret may be dangerous or extraordinary Just like the underneath of the ocean surface IV A clear day’s bright blue color The dipping sun’s vibrant pink Captured on the ocean’s surface Mirroring the sky’s emotions And all who look at it V Feeling trapped No place to go Trapped under the ocean

VI Childhood floats away As a beach ball vanishes into ocean abyss VII The blurry blue in the distance appears to be soft Almost blending in with the light blue sky As you go closer you can see the gentle waves Of the ocean VIII The ocean is a magnet Drawing wanderers into its depth IX The deeper you go, the darker everything appears.

The only sliver of light shines through The exterior of the ocean X A safe home, shelter, and sanctuary For countless species The ocean is a refuge From the chaos of the world XI Birds flying above the ocean No constraints, no boundaries The exploration is endless

-Ayla Altman

Aubrey Sudor

Akeelah Rooke

A’Lasia Aiken

VI A life seemingly shattered by the parting of ways A “forever” turned into things past Mother’s arms cradle once again To comfort her baby's heart VII Breathe deeply, exhale, repeat Walk these steps and watch what you eat Affirmations, meditations, manifestations Take care of yourself like no one else ever has VIII The feeling of understanding overwhelms the soul A tie to another, never before felt This is how I'll spend the rest of my days Through sickness and health, ‘til death do us part IX Warm blanket, cool sheets, white noise Rain patters down on glass panes A sleepy head rests on a pillow Dreaming of utopia X Hospital bed, steady beeping, drip of meds Cells mutate and divide, no way of stopping Body withers and consciousness fades I will be with you all the same

XI In the twinkle of the stars and the flight of a butterfly In the laugher of family A heavenly reminder of a life well lived Inspiration XII Work hard to achieve your dreams Happiness is money, power, and fame Satisfy the flesh to find satisfaction When will it be enough?

XIII Broken world shattered by sin A God who so loved His creation Blood and death upon a tree set with nails Death is defeated and redemption has come

-Bella Carlini

Dominique Panza

Oak Island is My Home

IX From the eaves, it surveys the ground, Life hidden in the rustle of the grass.

X Under the moonlight, a lullaby, Stars shimmer with the notes of night.

XI In a child’s laugh, it finds a tune, Joy woven through play and light XII Caught in a moment, a gaze so brief, Connection made in silence shared XIII A footer of dusk, it flies away, Leaving echoes of song in the fading day.

-Nicolas Preteroti

Cienna Rung

Katie Butcher

What Happens to Trust Deferred?

What happens to trust deferred?

Does it disappear Like morning dew at noon?

Or pierce you like a spearTaking your heart too soon?

Does it get more critical?

Or ascend and become elusiveLike something mystical?

Maybe it cries Like a child in the night Or does it invite?

-Riley Lecker

Julianna Daniele

Daejeon What happens to a childhood deferred?

Does it wisp away Like a morning dew carried by the sun?

Or does it get shredded into oblivionAnd then fray?

Does it scream loudly to deaf ears Or ageLike a peaceful dove Maybe it becomes hidden Like a golden lode Or does it explode?

-TJ Wanamaker

Juliana Daniele

What Happens to Love Deferred?

What happens to love deferred?

Does it linger around Like a nagging pain?

Or occupy your mind without a soundAnd filling every thought?

Does it ever feel like a wound?

Or gushing blood that can’t be stoppedLike a river of emotions flowing and nowhere to seclude Maybe it just becomes a scar Like a reminder of the heartache.

Bella Carlini

Or does it simply turn into a dream come true?

-Natalie Kirsch

Dominique Panza

Hill District As the heart of my childhood, the neighborhood hums, With laughter and chatter, there was so much bubbly fun.

At Kenard Field we used to play, while our parents would sit in folded chairs, While the street lights flicker, sharing secrets in rhyme.

Grandma B wears a smile, while the windows glow welcoming everyone who wanders.

The cracked sidewalks bring out stories of neglect, Shadows lingering near Chauncey where hope has faded, Litter screams louder than the silence of empty homes.

Beneath the grime, resilience blooms like a wildflower, Me and my friends’ laughter strays through the broken streets Many dreams rise from the ashes, painting a brighter tomorrow.

Vibrant Historic Lively Community Friendly On the Hill where old trees sway On the Hill where laughter fills the air On the Hill where stories spread on porches, On the Hill where Rebels play.

-Nyeema Norwood

Flowers are blooming An open ocean Rain falling down day and night The blue whale breaching for air Magnificent beast New life is springing

-Cali Evans

-Matthew Ziegler

Dominique Panza

Maria Leithauser-Mihalega

Music City Honky-Tonk Heaven City of Dreams Home of the Stars Heart of Tennessee Some say it’s a tourist trap Filled with fake cowboys and cowgirls Overrun with country songs and bars Beneath the surface A strong soul thrives Like a flowing river Strong and independent It screams out history Where country music survives Musical Historic Friendly Southern In this city, stars are made In this city, memories are made In this city neon dreams come true In this city, hot chicken is fried

-Layne Gerba

What Happens to a Thought Deferred?

Does it leave, Like a departing train?

Or hurt like a papercutWith nothing to gain?

Does it build like anxiety?

Or break downLike society

Maybe it infects and turns into a stye Or does our soul die?

-Kelsey Adamski

Tyler Maddix

Dominique Panza

The Little Girl Inside My Head

-Isabella Sysak

Fractured Fairy Tales Once upon a time in a wacky kingdom called Flibbertygibbet, there was a princess named Bella who loved to play pranks. Instead of waiting for a prince to rescue her, she spent her days pulling silly tricks on the royal court.

One day, she decided to spice things up and invited a dragon named Sparky to the castle for a tea party.

Sparky wasn’t your typical fire breathing dragon: he was a vegetarian who loved to bake cakes! When he arrived, Bella had a plan. She replaced all the sugar with salt in his famous cake recipe. As they sat down for tea, Sparky took a big bite and his face turned bright red!

Instead of getting mad he burst into laughter. “This is the saltiest cake I’ve ever had!” He roared. Bella couldn't help but laugh along. They spent the afternoon creating the weirdest dessert imaginable, like spaghetti cupcakes and pickle pie.

Word spread across the kingdom about the hilarious baking adventures and soon everyone wanted to join the fun. Bella and Sparky became the best of friends, hosting wacky tea parties filled with laughter and strange treats.

In the end, Bella realized that friendship was the best kind of magic, and they all lived happily ever after, creating chaos and joy in Flibbertygibbet.

-Clare Ruffing

The Princess and the Frog

-Aaryn Edwards

Fractured Fairy Tales Beauty and the Beast Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Belle who was too busy reading books to care about anything else. One day, she got lost in the woods and stumbled upon a very strange castle. The Beast, who was actually a well-dressed but extremely grumpy man with terrible hygiene, answered the door.

“I'm cursed," he mumbled. "You have to stay here with me for a while or I'll stay ugly forever.

Belle, rolling her eyes, shrugged. "Sure, whatever. But do you have Wi-Fi? I need to finish my book.”

As the days went by, Belle discovered that the Beast wasn't so much a "beast" as a man with serious anger issues and a terrible diet. He ate pizza for every meal and never did his laundry.

Eventually, Belle grew tired of the smell and told the Beast, "Look, if we're going to break this curse, you need to start eating vegetables and at least brush your teeth.”

The Beast sighed. "Fine.”

So, Belle taught him how to eat salad, use soap, and even read a few selfhelp books. And just like that, the curse was broken, mainly because the Beast stopped being a mess and Belle found a decent place to hang her laundry.

And they lived...not happily ever after but at least reasonably well-adjusted The End.

-Olivia Holub

Jackson Maddix

Eddie Benton

Seana Fornauf

Noelle Miller

Limericks There once was a walrus so grand, Whose mustache was close to the sand.

He’d flip and he’d flop, With a cute little plot, The best dancer on sea or on land

A baker named Loo made a cake, But he used too much salt by mistake.

One bite made people frown, Turn tables around Now Loo sells pretzels and steak!

-A’Lasia Aiken

-Lucia Madore

Once upon a time there was a golfer named Clyde.

He had a one of a kind swing, it was wide Whenever he hit a great drive The ball thrived Unfortunately, the ball was in the sand where it resides

-Max Huet There goes uncertainty walking down the street, Surprised she got out today, on her own two feet.

She stumbles at the cross walk What a laughing stock Here she comes against a meaningless retreat

-Colton Schoedel Adding and subtraction should be fun 8 times 0 will equal none Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division It is a long tradition After all you will be done.

-Jackson Maddix

Dominique Panza

Stone fell onto a slope, It started to tumble and roll, It went along full of hope, But all the rolling started to take a toll.

The stone began to crumble and break, It could not stop for its sake, Once it finally settled down, All the surroundings turned brown.

And over time it remembered its loss, All the time that was lost, Just to be left covered in moss, Forgotten and alone, dealing with the cost.

-Fionn Hites

Fionn Hites

Jeffry Spina

Vaughn James

Jacquie Miller

Jonnae Young

Kaylee Gaudelli

Junior Year Haiku A Life Full of Pain When Will This Suffering End Summertime Hurry

-Cooper Anselm

Happy Birthday!

-Rowan Creely

Noelle Miller

Eddie Benton

A’lasia Aiken

Hot Burning, Roasting Heating, melting, warming Desert, beach, Antarctica, Jack Frost Freezing, snowing, shoveling Icy, snow y Cold

-Olivia Maida Day Bright, right Shining, glowing, beaming Sun, light, energy, sky Fading, dimming, setting Dark, cold Night

Ice Cold, frozen Freezing, glistening, cracking Cubes, lake, bonfire, blaze Melting, burning, sweating Hot, hell Fire

-Keilen Mitchel

-Isa Sakala

Anger Red, hot Screaming, yelling, kicking Annnoyed, frustrated, quiet, calm Breathing, meditating, sleeping Gentle, still Peaceful

-Kya Cooley

A marble in my chest, misshapen like a bullet clear and opulent made of lead.

Like an inconceivable thought, clearing out my head, to leave me only with the physicality of this loathsome dread.

I feel a tug on my lungs, a sting in my eyes, stab in my ribs— yet my heart is unoccupied.

Empty.

-Lindsey Cable