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Creeks and Currents:
Making Waves
2017 Volume 10
P. K. Yonge DRS
I Am Here (Volume 3)
Chanterelle Davis, 7th
Now
Forever in the present
Not a moment too soon
Not a moment too late
Not living before my time
Or after my time
But in my time
Good memories are appreciated
But the only way to make new ones
Is not to dwell on the bad ones
My future is bright and exciting
But the only way to have one
Is to pay attention to the things happening
Today
Right now
Because that’s where I am
Focusing On Life Adam Maxwell, 12th
Student Body President, 2016-17
I live life to the fullest
But when will life be full?
When will my time be up?
Death can’t be that cool.
Some say we live to die
But I see it in a different light
With a preference to live
I stay in the ring and fight.
Without focusing on the end
I take time to accept the pain
Oh, the joy overcoming
The excitement I can’t contain.
I live life to the fullest
Though I know that death is certain
I stand on stage and give my rendition
And never close the curtain..
We wish there were a way for you to experience
(or re-read) the past nine volumes of Creeks and Currents:
Making Waves. Looking back through these magazines as
we worked on spreads for our final issue, it’s clear to us
why every magazine received gold medals, crowns, and
many other top national journalism awards.
Nine previous volumes highlighted poetry of
many formats including pantoums, blank and free verse,
sonnets, concrete, cinquains, haiku, imagery, to name a
few. Prose offered field notes, personal essays, literary
explorations, short stories…we could go on and on.
Superior art, ceramics and photography added
dimension along with tip-in touches of “envelope
packages” and brochures, mini-programs, and doodle
pages. Even candy, bubble gum and faux mirrors have
made our magazine stand out through the years.
The magazine has featured a plethora of student
writers and artists. Before we expanded to K-12 after
publishing Volume 5, we counted works from 335
different middle school writers and artists. Adding at
least that many more in the next four volumes, it is
obvious that creative talent abounds in our small school.
In Volume 10, which you are preparing to peruse
now, you will meet 270 PKY writers and artists through
their work. Most of the content is new to the magazine,
but we wanted to reprint appropriate pieces from past
issues as well since it has become clear that history
repeats itself in the wonderings, warnings, celebrations,
and outpourings of ideas emotion, and thoughts of
students over the last decade.
In the future, student literary-art magazines at
PKY will continue in various venues, and surely you will
hear voices that continue to make waves and to follow
and create currents for decades to come.
Mrs. Harrell and the 2017 staff
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Looking Forward and Back, cover art is
photo and graphite by Loren Castillo, 11th
Cresting, water color, Katherine Robinson, 11th Cresting, watercolor, Katherine Robinson, 11th
Water Poems
Water Poems The poetic water art here is an extension
of the Sister City project where 7th and 8th
grade students met with artists from
Haiti and created a community
finger painting based on water.
Guided by poet and blogger, Michelle
Barnes, students wrote poems about
what water means to them. Then they
formatted the poems in a way they
thought expressed a concept of water.
Finally, Ms. Johnson, the middle school
art teacher, overlaid the poems on
sections of the paintings students had
previously made with the Haitian artists.
Poets top to bottom,
left to right:
Marietta Long
Miranda Barnes
Ian Flores-Rodriguez
Isabel Vernon
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Poets top to bottom,
left to right
Samantha White
Catalina Aguirre
Ellie Shreve
Kaitlyn Bates
Alicia Jean-Charles
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The color I feel when a smile lands on my face
It courses through my veins like a whirlwind of emotion
Relaxing on the Farm (Volume 3) Sierra Holsbeke, 7th
Add to one hay net
Two handfuls of horses A squirt of fly spray
Four cups of sweet feed One rainbow colored sunset
One saddle, of course It’s something you need
Sprinkle a pinch of light feather mist Closing in on the trail
Stir in a cup of sweet lemonade Or maybe an ice cream cone, hand made
Add a secluded spot to hide in And a lake to boat
With an optional root beer float
Yellow Focus, photography, Emanuella Torres-Marquis, 11th
Synesthesia Zane Vesper, 6th
It tastes like the sweetest honey
on a hot summer day Yellow looks like happiness.
The rays of the sun land gently across my cheeks.
Like caramel, it melts inside of me Like lemonade, refreshes me
Yellow
Happiness No difference, really
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Joy Andrea Wright, 7th
From the shining rays of the sun
From steam drifting
around chicken noodle soup
Warmth comes
From a snuggle on a cold winter night
From the fuzzy socks in your closet or
under the bed
Comfort comes
From exercising with friends
To gathering around the summer campfire
From sweet hot cocoa swirling in your mug
From the happiness of an A+ on a test
Everywhere you go
Joy emerges
Cat Contentment, acrylic, Heather Weston, 11th
Making Waves, photography, George McDonald, 11th
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Albert Camus once said, “The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and
good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.” I believe people
aren’t naturally good, nor are they evil. It is the experiences and teachings that shape our opinions
and who we are even if what we learn isn’t true. No human is born evil or good. However, the
ignorance or knowledge that is exposed to them will teach the lessons and principles that they will
most likely retain.
John Locke believed in the idea of
Tabula Rasa, a Latin phrase that translates
into blank slate. He believed every person is
born with no built-in mental content other
than simple primordial principles of eat or
be eaten. Through our life, our “slate” of
mind is painted through experiences and
teachings we’ve had. They change our
perspective on life and our perception of
right and wrong. An animal protection
person could hate and try to stop people
from hunting animals in all ways, but a
person who hunts to put food on
the table would think otherwise. Some arguments don’t always have all the facts and
are stated with ignorance. People dwell on ignorance because after all, life is easier to
go through with your eyes closed. Humans are raised as blank slates, and experiences
can change them for the better or the worse. But no person is purely evil or good.
Because of the blank slate, everyone has good and bad inside of them since they go through
both in their lives. Because of these experiences, their views on right and wrong also change.
Someone who has a loving dog as a pet will obviously like dogs, while a person mauled by a dog will
most likely not like dogs. These experiences change our views of right and wrong, sometimes
drastically. Therefore, we sometimes perform actions we think are right, but are actually
not good. But few people perform actions simply to hurt others for no reason. Every
action we do is usually done to help the most important person in our lives; ourselves.
We do things thinking that since it makes us feel better it’s okay, right? However, these
ignorant actions can cause problems. Taking lessons from what you’ve been through is
fine, but when you stick by opinions so strongly that you don’t take into account someone
else’s opinion and ignore the facts, it can sometimes lead to devastating problems. People will do
things thinking they are in the right only to develop clouded judgment and ignore voices that
challenge them to deeper thinking. Our experiences teach and guide us on how to deal with and
solve problems, but when we get too attached to them, they cloud our judgment and common sense.
Our perspective of how we view the world around us is dependent on what we’ve seen in it.
Two people could have opposite opinions on a subject because they’ve had different experiences
with it. Our perspective of things depends on what we know about it. Our
actions are done to help ourselves in the world.
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A Good Path (Volume 3) With inspiration from Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Kirsten Dana, 8th
No limits
Soaring high
Fulfilling your dreams
Arriving at a new place
A better place
Being worried
About what society thinks
Society who?
You will lead us to a new life
A better life
Showing us the meaning of life
Finding your inner self
And finding that
Taking the road
Less travelled
Will
Make all the difference.
Jonathan
Livingston
Seagull (Volume 3)
Hasquilla Cauchon, 8th
More to life than what is shown
You haven’t lived
If you haven’t flown
Sing out your knowing
Teach the flock
Yet watch yourself
Near walls of rock
Yes, you are dead but still alive
Breaking 62 at a steep dive
Taking chances
Get it right
Help them see
If it takes all night
However, sometimes our experiences cloud our
common sense and cause us to do brash actions to others.
We judge something only from what we know about it,
not from the all-around knowledge of what it is. To
become better, we must accept another person’s thoughts
and knowledge to create a better understanding of the
world we live in and what we can do for it. If we cloud
our thoughts with ignorance, we can lose the good we
have in us. As Jonathan Livingston Seagull was told in
Richard Bach’s novella, “Don’t believe what your eyes are
telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your
understanding. Find out what you already know and you
will see the way to find it.”
No Limits, water color, Julian Febo, 11th
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What Makes Us Good/Evil? (Volume 3)
10% summary of December 7, 2007, Time Magazine article, Chanterelle Davis, 8th
Humans have many contradictory emotions sometimes happening at the same time. Our species
can accomplish great kindness as well as great destruction. As science progresses in behavioral studies,
it becomes harder to explain the idea that we are a unique species on earth. The qualities that we
believed separated us from other species, such as language, have recently been proved to exist in other
animals. But the one thing that surely sets us apart is our ability to differentiate right and wrong.
Morality is an interesting concept to grasp, but humans learn it quickly. We instinctively know the rules
even if we don’t always follow them.
The core of morality is the phenomenon of empathy, of understanding another’s pain as if it
were your own. This trait is not actually unique to humans. Some believe that the reason empathy is
present in so many species is because a group thrives when there is a sort of give-and-take system. I’ll
do a favor for you today; you’ll do a favor for me tomorrow. But other scientists believe that there is
more to it than that. They believe that empathy is a natural instinct that is at the core of all animals,
including humans. Sometimes just the presence of a moral compass doesn’t lead us in the right
direction. What helps push us in the right direction is community. In a community there are
expectations and punishments, and the people around you can help you understand how to apply your
basic moral building blocks.
So if we have such foolproof guiding systems to keep us moral, why do some people jump off the
bandwagon? In high scale cases like the case of a serial killer, it is probably insanity. On a smaller scale,
it is insiders vs outsiders. Do the same rules of morality apply to someone of your nationality as to
someone of a different race? Thinking about it, the answer should be yes, but it is not always so.
Masking, photography, Leandra Lopez, 11th
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Be(lie)ve (Volume 3)
Marta Olmos 7th
As little fish
with our shallow smiles
and our air filled words
we swim
Endlessly and unfailingly
with an easy backstroke
and a perfect score.
We know ourselves
like we know the air
A mystery
and a question
painted over with
the rush of the tide.
And the time
to see the truth
will only come
when the pond is dry.
Maybe Believing (Volume 3)
Rafaela Pelegrina 8th
Do you believe in the world now? Rough, hard, sad, unable to see
Do you believe in it?
Or maybe society
Shunning, cold, greedy; too frightened to change.
Do you believe in it?
Do you believe in wars, pain, hate, anger, money,
violence?
Or maybe, just maybe
You believe in your dreams
Without taking note of the consequences.
You believe in fulfilling your quest to find yourself
Your undoubtable sense of honesty and truth
Caring for the ones who loathe your company
Your power to teach them
To show them gratitude, hope, and respect
To share what you’ve learned
Do you believe in that?
Or maybe it’s just your imperishable force
Of love.
Pondering, photography, Abby Freiden, 8th
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Five Oranges Jupiter Jones, 8th
A sunset
Lying
In the palm of my hand
The pearl necklace
Of the tree
Outside my house
A flame
Extinguishable
By peeling
A tiny globe
With a juicy core
And craterous surface
Eat like an apple
If you can stand the rind
Nature Nathaniel Ruszczyk, 3rd
Mounds of dirt rising
Out of the ground
Upon it there are trees
Narrow ledges
Thousands of ants
Insects everywhere
Nests in bushes
Stars in the night sky Mushroom Man, acrylic, Andrew Thomas, 11th
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Wind rustles bushes
Lightning sparks the midnight sky
Storms brew in darkness
Sun Rebecca Schlafke, 7th
Luminous rays
Pristine haze
Peaceful feeling
Glowing, appealing
God’s great hands
A bright, strong stand
Commodious sky
Higher than high
In darkness she works
Dawn breaks, her masterpiece shines
The spider’s trap laid
It sprouted from a seed
Birds perch on its strong branches
The great oak stands tall
Phases (Volume 2)
Abby Austin, 7th
Sun
Distant, bright
Blinding, scorching, shining
Star, space, eclipse, crater
Explored, glowing, beaming
Luminous, crescent
Moon
Five Haiku (Volume 2)
Kyra Fulton, 6th
Wind blows through his mane
He runs on the open plain
The captured horse dreams
Sparkles in the sky
Guiding glitters in darkness
Starlight falls from them
Flower Fireworks, photography, George McDonald, 12th
Vine Nest, photography, Andrea Wright. 11th
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A dragon will fly,
High in the sky
He’d wanted to swallow the sun
But then came a knight,
Who flew up to fight,
And to him the battle was won.
The Beginning
Allan Bernard-Pantin, 11th
Encroaching Vines, photography,
Miranda Barnes, 8th
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Hello, I’m The Giant Dragon Story by Blake Long, 2nd Illustrations by Gabbi Christie, 11th
I am quiet and shy I wonder if it is all just a dream I hear the will o’ the wisps cry
I see the clouds in the sky I want a perfect life
I yearn for a world where no one leaves me I pretend that nothing is going to change unless I want it to
I dream of finding my voice I am forever lost in a lucid dream.
Lucid Dreaming Leslie Alday, 6th
Once upon a time, Little Red Riding Hood was
walking through the forest to blow off steam. Her father had recently remarried, and her step-mother was mean to her. She made Little Red do all the work. Little Red had been to a fancy dance at the castle (they had a DJ), but she had to leave before midnight, and as she ran out, she lost one of her glass crocs.
Earlier, Little Red had gone into woods to have a have a picnic in the clearing when she saw a house. The window was open, and she could smell porridge inside. In her picnic basket, she had packed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Nothing is better than PB & J with porridge, she thought. It couldn’t hurt to just have a bite. So she walked in and took a bite.
Little Red Riding Hood, Three Bears,
and a DJ (Volume 1)
Edward Bonahue, 6th
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“Mmmm. This is good!” she exclaimed. “It couldn’t hurt to have one more bite.” So she took another one. The second bite was better than the first. Hmm, she thought, now that I’ve taken two bites, I might as well eat the whole bowl. So she ate it.
When Little Red Riding Hood was finished, she was very tired, so she sat down in one of three chairs. It was comfy, so she watched The Crocodile Hunter for a while. When the show was over, she needed a nap. She went upstairs, lay down on a bed, and went to sleep. While she was asleep, a Mercedes Benz minivan rolled up the driveway, and three bears got out.
“I call the Xbox,” said the smallest bear. “Daddy,” it continued, “will you play Fifa with me?”
“Sure, son,” replied the largest bear.
“Swell,” exclaimed the baby bear.
When they came in, they saw that one of the bowls of porridge was gone. It was the smallest bear’s. He cried, and the father bear became furious. He was heading towards the pantry to get some more porridge when he noticed that his chair had been sat in. He stormed down the hall to check the security system. But when he passed his bedroom, he saw Little Red Riding Hood. He crept up behind her, roared his loudest roar, and ripped her red hood. Little Red screamed, jumped through the window, and ran all the way home.
When she arrived, she heard a totally awesome dance mix. She went in, and to her surprise, saw the DJ from the fancy dance. The DJ had her missing croc. Although the DJ happened to be a wolf, he didn’t seem to be hungry. She and the DJ danced the funky chicken all night. Then they got married and lived happily ever after.
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In the end, there was nothing. No clouds, no rain, no thunder. There was no pain. No yellow or jeans. No fire, no purple or sleep. Neither was there a start. No candles went out. No one held her own against a slur of unfortunate events. There were no ropes.
There was no language or talking. There was nothing to see, nothing to ride, and nothing to break. Trees were not trees. Noise was neither quiet, nor annoying, nor loud. There was no pepper or taste. No trimmed bushes or any plants growing in an endless field.
There were no robbers stealing items. There were neither successions of moments nor sayings. There were no books or brains. No dirt or eggs. No raccoons, hummingbirds, or alligators.
In the start, there were no rules and nothing was different. There was nothing to look at. And no editing or changing of the information of the thing being looked at. Neither were there noses or sight. There were no ants. Bees did not nurture the flowers. There was no growing, no flowers, no bees of any kind. There were no flames.
Talking, writing, melody, books, winning, putting objects in order, and specialty were nothing. There was no length. There were no hurricanes and no change in the air. There was no air and no fighting. There was no sweat or memories of the past, no possibility of dreams. For sweat, memories, and dreams didn’t exist. There was no killing. There were no treasure chests or ideas. There was no blood. Nothing pushed. There was no one or even two even numbers. There was no blue.
In the start, there was nothing to lift and nothing to lift inside the brain. Since there was no start, no end, and no brain. The world also did not exist. Nothing moved. There were no races, no urgencies, no pictures or lack of pictures and no cash. There were no pens. It’s the starting point. There were no people.
Fish Speech (Volume 6)
Fredrick Fang, 7th
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say there were no words, so I made a similar story replacing many key words with my own.
The Morning Star cries,
As he readies his lies
The knight goes questing to fail.
The Lord of the Flies
He lives and he dies
As the dragon swallows its tail.
I used to believe that magic wands and ghosts
Were not just in books
That animals talked and potions produced
All sorts of powers that you could cook.
But now I know to depend on that
Is very insecure
The only magic that mystifies
Is what lies in the future.
I Used To, But Now (Volume 1)
Natalie Jones, 7th
Lost in Space, water color, Riley Vaudreuil, 11th
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The End Allan Bernard-Pantin, 11th
Look at That, paint chip collage, Sean Eunice, 12th
Spotty Certainty, pen, Sean Eunice, 12th
The cat in the box is dead
The cat in the box is alive
The cat in the box is in my head
I can’t be late, I must get ahead
I release the break and shift into drive
The cat in the box is dead
Down the road is a sign that read,
“Construction: Keep speed at seventy-five”
The cat in the box is in my head
Rain is pouring from the clouds that bled,
The drops strike hard as they arrive
The cat in the box is dead.
Spinning around I’m filled with dread
I see the water below and hope to survive
The cat in the box is dead.
The cat in the box is in my head.
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The Cat in the Box
Martin Arandia, 12th
Spotty Certainty, pen, Sean Eunice, 12th
Both Martin’s and Chase’s poems are inspired by Robert Francis’ The Hound (printed on page 85). They convey the theme of uncertainty presented in Francis’ original poem.
We adopted a cat months ago
Rather, the cat may have adopted us.
While my love for the cat can only grow
I always find myself without trust.
My sister lets it in and it lies on her lap
My mother questions if it is really tame.
So when I close my eyes for a quick nap
I dream of a cat’s ability to maim
The Cat Chase Bourn, 12th
Cat Nap, acrylic, Auora Young, 10th
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The Hound by Robert Francis
1901-1987
Life the hound
Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound’s intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.
Warning Words Peyton Collins, 10th
Words can seem broken
As can people
Some are hard and complex to understand
As are people
Some are simple and easy to understand
So are people
Words are different and fascinating
But they can hurt and stab
People use words like these to hurt others
To shape themselves
Words stay and are never lost
As are the people who said them
Words can be friendly and kind
Words can be used to make friends
Not just enemies
They are used to shape others
Not only tear them apart
They are not supposed to be used to harm
They are meant to be used to express emotion.
“From out of the heart…” pencil, Nikki Bennett, 12th
Locked In, photograph, Emanuella Torres-Marquis, 11th
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“the mouth speaks” Luke 6:45
Walking a Mile in My Shoes Kiran Jaishankar, 8th
They shipped me, whipped me
They put me in a chain; I felt the pain
I shed a tear of fear
They abuse me, misuse me
I hide in mud covered in blood
Segregation is a form of domination
Separated from society, differentiated by color
They say they have authorityover my property
I escaped wearing only a cape
I lost my identity; they controlled my destiny
Emphasized as a monster, generalized as a criminal
I sit and cry wishing I could fly
Somewhere, anywhere
White man starting a brand new klan
I’d be shot with a gun if I tried to run
I’m under investigation
Trya reach my destination
I’m in jail without bail
They’re bluffing; said I’ve done something
I’ve done nothing wrong, but I go along
They label; I feel unstable
They have a fixation that we’re one nation
I disagree; I just wanna be free
I try to let out some steam; hoping this is just a dream
I shut my eyes ignoring all the lies
Hazara A poetic representation of Hassan
inspired by Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner
Alex Suarez-Martinez 10th Just a Hazara.
Is that all I am to you Amir Agha?
A good for nothing Hazara
you can’t even admit to being friends with
Oh I’m just a Hazara.
You know the illiterate and ignorant Hazara
who was able to find a plot hole
in a now renowned author’s writing.
Just a Hazara.
Who spent every day tending to your home
Cooking and cleaning
While you were away at school, learning
Just a Hazara.
The loyal Hazara who
has defended you countless times
Even after you teased me and neglected me
The Hazara who put you before himself
and saved your reputation
Even after knowing
The horrible sins you’ve committed
I may just be a Hazara to many eyes
Including your own
But I die as a kite runner.
Persevering forward every single day
Regardless of the animosities and conflicts
the world decides to throw at me.
The last thing I will say to you, Amir Agha,
My best friend
My brother
Is that you don’t know what you have
Until it is gone.
Six Ways of Looking at Eyes Zane Vesper, 7th
An open window
A strong wind blows inside
Nearly spherical
Hollow organs
Lined with a sensitive retina
A glimpse
You see it briefly
The depth of the soul
Gone
Shallow
I can see right through you
A sound
A rustle
Then silence
Dead
Too much
Too soon
No hope
Inspired by Wallace Stephens’
13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Fly Away, water color, Ryan Gorday, 12th
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