Kokopelli issue 2

Kokopelli: New Beginnings // Issue 2 // Winter 2017

Table Of Contents Letter From the Editor

4-5

Playlist

6-7

Recipes

8-11

Lucy Myers’ Photo

12-13

Bryce Okazaki’s Photo

14-15

Mrs. Perez’s Class Page

16-17

Jack Cahill’s Photo

18-19

Caroline Briggs’ Photo

20-21

Allegory

22-23

Mharie Brigham’s Photo

24-25

Mari Annest’s Photo

26-27

At Dawn

28-29

Ella Marks’ Photo

30-31

Story Wolf-Tinsman’s Photo

32-33

Grace Lukkes’ Photo

34-35

Resolutions

36-37

Mission Statement

38

Contributors

PEYTON KOCH

SOPHIA DEAHL

WILLA DORGAN

LULU GELLER

LUCY MYERS

GRACIA O’DONNELL

ANTHONY FUCARINO

KAYLA WOLINS

ANNA FUCARINO

KOLE HICKS

FOSTER ZINN

QUINN TAYLOR

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR

Fresh start, the zing of lemon juice traveling down your jawline.Resolution, the euphoria tinged with angst in those first few secondsof the new year. New beginnings take an infinite number of flavors andshapes, and each person’s past experiences influence those feelings in different ways. However, it is true for everyone that starting over in any situation gives rise to an outbreak of conflicting emotions.Sometimes sadness. Regret.

Nerves. Excitement. Optimism. Relief. Maybe a confusing mix of some of the above. In this issue we explore various thoughts and moods associated with resolutions and new beginnings. Hopefully you will be able to relate to some of these intriguing writings and art pieces.

-Kayla Wolins

PLAYLIST

Girls @ - Joey Purp & Chance the Rapper Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino Staring Out the Window at Your Old Apartment - Jeff Rosenstock Congratulations - Mac Miller Twist My Fingaz - YG Cranes in the Sky - Solange Shutdown - Skepta Diddy Bop - Noname Your Best American Girl - Mitski Beau Sovereign - Leon Vynehall The Bird - Anderson .Paak Dis Generation - A Tribe called Quest Ultralight Beam - Kanye West Pink + White - Frank Ocean

Recipes!

As we reel in the new year, we begin to think about the age old tradition of "resolutions". Maybe you're working on improving your grades or branching out and trying new things; Or maybe you want to try a new recipe. All families have traditions around this time of year especially regarding food. Whether it's something as simple as always having omlets in the morning or something more elaborate such as cooking a ham for dinner, there are many recipes out there to try. In my family, on Christmas morning we always have deviled eggs before we open presents. This recipe is a tradition in my family and it doesn't quite feel like the holidays without it. However, I'm not the only one with a recipe tradition. Ms. Hill also has a very specific meal tradition in her family. She took the time to tell me the story about a recipe special to her that was always made around the holidays.

"My grandmother from rural Pennsylvania (and her mother's mother.....) always made poteca, pronounced "po-TEET-zah," for the holidays. Also known as "Yugoslavian nut roll," my mom continues the family tradition of making it for Christmas and New Year's Day. I sometimes help her prepare it and we inevitably start sharing family memories as we grind the walnuts and add too much butter to the dough. With every bite, I can easily remember the times as a child when I'd sneak into the kitchen and steal "just a little piece" before bedtime."

So this year, instead of sticking to those resolutions that you know you aren't gonna keep(going to the gym), do something with a little more fun and try out one of these recipes!

-Willa Dorgan

DEVILED EGGS

-Place eggs in a sauce pan and cover fully with water -Heat on high until water boils, cover, turn heat to low -Cook for one minute -Remove from water and let sit for fourteen minutes -Rinse under cold water for one minute -Crack eggs and peel under cool water -Dry with paper towels -Slice eggs in half, lengthwise -Remove the yolk and place in a bowl -Save the white part of the egg -Mash the yolk until crumbled (using a fork) -Add 1/4 cup mayo -Add 1 teaspoon white vinegar -Add 1 teaspoon yellow mustard -Add 1/8 teaspoon salt -Add pepper -Mix well -Evenly disperse teaspoons of yolk mixture into egg whites -Add smoked Spanish paprika (for garnish)

POTECA NUT ROLL

-In a bowl, disolve 1/4 ounce (1 package) of active dry yeast in 1/4 cup warm water -Add 3/4 cup warm milk, add 1/4 cup sugar, add 1 teaspoon salt, add 1 large egg , add 1/4 cup shortening, add 1 1/2 cup of flour -Beat until smooth -Add more flour if needed to get a soft dough -Knead until smooth and elastic (6-8 minutes) -Place in a greased bowl -Turn the dough in the bowl -Cover and place in warm place until it rises (about an hour) -Roll the dough into a 30 x 20 inch rectangle -In a bowl, add 1/2 cup butter, add 1 cup brown sugar, add 2 large eggs (lightly beaten), add 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, add 1 teaspoon lemon extract, add 4 cups of finely chopped walnuts, add 1/2 cup 2% milk.

-Spread the mix on the rectangle evenly -Roll the dough up horizontally -Let rise for another hour -Bake at 350 for 30 minutes (golden brown) -Add frosting of your choosing!

ENJOY! All of the recipes are from “Food Network” and “Taste of Home”

“Spend more time with the people I love” -Lucy Myers

Bryce Okazaki

CHARACTER RESOLUTIONS “Two people who are in a conflict are trapped in a small space together.” Ms. Perez’s fiction writing class was asked to write stories following this prompt. From these stories, the students came up with resolutions based upon the characters that they created.

These resolutions address both the interpersonal conflict and the conflicts that plague the character personally. We hope you find these resolutions fun and different as this class

Joker: --I’m done being a bad guy.

--Make my smile even larger.

Max the dog: --This year, I am going to stop chewing up my family’s furniture. Also I will not bark at every squirrel I see.

Alfred “Party G-Pa” Winkelstein: --Never let Phyllis near me ever again. She is an absolute poison to my life and my liver. I can’t keep living with her constant intoxication and seduction. Perhaps, I need an electric fence...

--I must start saving money. I have none, live in a trailer, and spend all my money on overly luxurious meals that are completely unnecessary (yet I’m addicted). If I save enough, I can get my dream puppy and fulfill my 82-year-old aspiration.

Spike, a Pitbull puppy:

--For the new year, I would like to get big and strong like my Dad! But I wouldn’t mind a tennis ball, either.

Stan Jones: --Find my dog.

--Move to a house where I don’t have to see my neighbors.

A cop: --My new year’s resolution is to fulfill my resolution from the past 6 years, which would be joining a gym.

--Also, I’d like to develop more willpower.

Timothy, the Loner: --Attend more AA meetings.

--Walk more.

Homeless man in medieval village: --Definitely drink more beer. Try to avoid getting dysentery, that was really annoying last year. Probably wouldn’t survive it a second time.

--Learn to avoid the soldiers better. They seem to be seeking me out as a punching bag. On the other hand those bruises are good for sympathy beer. Maybe find the soldiers more often.

Steve from Minecraft: --To live a more rounded life.

Jack Cahill

“to prioritize my time so I’ll be able to be more adventurous.” -Caroline Briggs

The antique bricks still lay amongst the feet of the people passing by. The willow trees droop along the path creating inconsistent shade. The wishing well stands high but delicate to the eye: only capturing a few. We came here as kids.

She grabbed my hand and lead me to a kingdom —I imagined princesses and princes once walked the same path I walked. I lost my ribbon in the wind on the way up, but I didn’t chase after it, instead, I followed her. She brought me up to the well and we sat. My big brown eyes sparkled as I looked down to the the sun bouncing off the coins of hopes and desires.

My sister lived an extraordinary life. Though it was her mind that couldn’t keep up with the rest of her. She dreamed of running away, “follow the ways of the storm” she always said. She believed that the eye of the storm is where you would find the happiest people. Yet happy is what I never perceived of her. She wasn’t always this way, you see. She used to play on the old wooden swing, pretending she was souring and dancing amongst the clouds. But one day, instead, she sat… she did not swing…and she never swung again.

It was a Friday afternoon. Mother had prepared sweet tea and I laid on the grass running the weeds through my fingertips. She came and sat next to me. There were raindrops in her eyes and her touch felt like lightning. She reached for my hand, I grabbed it, and I followed her.

We went up the path to the well. I had never realized it before, but the path had many stories to tell. Each person’s step told a different story and why they chose to visit the wishing well that day. Normally I avoided making a wish, but that day, I knew there was something I must wish on. I grabbed a shiny penny out of my old coat jacket, closed my eyes, and said to myself, “I wish my sister would find happiness.” I kissed the penny and released it from my hand. I watched as the sun hit my penny while it fell to the water. I looked to my left and saw my sister also making a wish. However, the sun was not reflecting of her her coin but rather the teardrops streaming down her face.

The next morning I was awaken with the sound of creaking metal, a sound I hadn’t heard for over two years. I ran to my window, opened my curtains, and to my disbelief was the sight of my sister swinging on our old wooden swing set. I heard my mother crying. She was just as happy as I was to see a light of sunshine from my sister.

Her bright blonde hair stood out as the dark clouds started to roll in. She stayed outside all day making friends with the rabbits and dancing with the butterflies. The rain came in and she continued to twirl. It was beautiful to see raindrops falling from the sky rather than her eyes. She was with the storm, but she didn’t need to run away to find it.

Instead it found her.

Suddenly, something changed. Her twirling stopped, the rabbits ran, the butterflies flew away, my sister looked at me through the window—with a seer look of regret and terror— she tried to run, the lightning struck, and then she was gone.

I ran to her still body laying in the grass. I touched her face and I could feel the thunder rolling through her body. Yet she was cold.

***

We came here as kids. Always a wish away to something we dreamed would come true. Mine came true that day. As I sit on the antique bricks that structure the well, I think to myself what I would have done to change the outcome of that day; a question that has haunted my mind. I haven’t been back since the incident because it didn’t feel right coming here alone. But today there is something I must do. I open the brown box with her name carved on it, I close my eyes, I whisper to myself, “I hope you are happy,” and I toss her ashes into the well. I watch as her ashes hit the water. The sun does not reflect off of them but the memories do. A teardrop drops from my eye into the water, and raindrops start falling out of the sky. I hear thunder approaching, and I think to myself, “Annabelle what did you wish for that day,” even though I already knew the answer.

Story by Peyton Koch

“to spend more time with my family� -Mharie Brigham

“to just keep swimming� -Mari Annest

At Dawn

By Adam Dorsheimer

The title says We Have No Water, but I don’t mind. I’ve always preferred Dr. Pepper anyway. The daybreak light appears to shine directly onto the book, illuminating it in a holy golden hue. The rest of the space, shrouded in the dark gloom of the early morning, stagnates in dull complacence. The clock hands dance in uneven seconds. Every day, every word, every fragmented thought and idea inside every page turn takes a heavier toll on my psyche.

The dust on my brain is a bookshelf blizzard, but I remember the story well.

I was a bookish type growing up, and I was lured into this particular read by the intriguing title. The author, to my recollection, was African, although the specific country of origin escapes me at the moment. His story tells of his upbringing in a country where he often didn’t have clean drinking water, but how despite this he became a professor at a respected American university. His memoir has garnered much acclaim, and it has been described as “a harrowing yet inspiring story that will have the reader hooked immediately.” I thought it was pretty great too, despite it being a bit wordy at times.

I’ve awoken early every morning for the past two years just to see the sun rise through the cathedral-style windows of my library. The way its rays pour through the shelves could warm even the coldest heart. The sun beam shifts from We Have No Water, settling upon a notebook. It’s a composition book, one of those black and white ones, no doubt full of forgotten academics. Upon closer inspection, however, I realize that this is not the case, for highlighted in the

morning sun is my high school journal.

New Year’s Eve, 1994: I have just finished reading the memoir of an Ethiopian man (ah, that’s right, he was from Ethiopia). His story made me consider my life.

Are my problems really problems? Does any of this matter? High school? College? A job? What am I doing with myself? Tonight, I have had an epiphany. This man accomplished so much with the odds stacked against him. He had nothing, yet he was able to climb to the top, make something of himself. It seems unfair for me to have everything and waste it all on school and work. I figured that by making my declaration in writing I’ll be more inclined to stick to it. I have decided to write my own book. A memoir. A memoir concerning my existence, my own microscopic problems. I’ve never stuck to a New Year’s Resolution before – that is, except forwhen I started flossing when I was eight – but perhaps this will be what I need. Perhaps I will make something of myself after all. Perhaps—

I close the book. The sun is higher now, engulfing the room in a radiant glow. Before I know what I’m doing, I carry the composition book to my table.

I turn, taking one last look at the dusty room, and leave in search of a pen and a glass of Dr. Pepper.

Photo by Bryce Okazaki

“to turn the pa

age and start fresh in 2017, and to be able to start a new chapter of my life as I would start a new chapter in a book� -Ella Marks

“To unceasingly produce light” -Story Wolf-Tinsman

Like the boat, things may have been tied up for me in the past, but in 2017 it’s time to put those problems behind me and move on to greater things�. put those problems behind me and move on to greater things�. -Grace Lukkes

WHAT IS YOUR NEW YEAR’S RESOLU Only eat chili cheese Fritos for every meal for the whole year of 2017. eat healthier and go to bed earlier Stress less have fun in the new year !

To be a better friend to all and someone whom people can trust To let go and stop overanalyzing Eat 1 food from each primary color of the rainbow Become fluent in Spanish.

Meditate, read for pleasure, and spend time with family and friends Run to be a more positive, bubbly person to listen, to see to get better grades

UTION?

To make more guy friends Putting in extra effort all day, every day.

To be more positive To make a budget and stick to it and to be more kind To have more balance in my life To be more confident Eat less junk food Only eat chili cheese Fritos for every meal for the whole year of 2017. cry less whip everyday Get Drafted No Regrets To look at books that have mazes in them much more often. Thanks for asking

Kokopelli’s Mission Kokopelli, to southwestern Native Americans, is a symbol of fertility, trade, and storytelling. In appearance and meaning, no two Kokopelli are the same. The frequent variation of his form is a language of traditional symbols give him another connotation: CREATIVITY. The purpose of Kokopelli is to present to the Colorado Academy community a selection of writing, studio art, and images both moving and still in an artistically designed and professional publication. Because the magazine is a forum for artistic expression, the staff must be selective with regard to the artistic merit of the work included. Students run all aspects of the publication in a collaborative effort led by the editors.