J.N. Burnett's Literary Magazine Club // Volume 3, Issue 1: SHIFT

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november 2018

editors note shorts are swapped for sweaters as we swing into the school year. the leaves start to blush, the sun sets sneakily while our backs are turned, and our stress steeps itself into steaming mugs of tea and warm milk. autumn is a period of shift, and we kiss summer goodbye to prepare for winter. as we come into our third (!!!) year as a club, we want to reflect on the small beauties in transition. everything changes eventually, but what happens in the process? in this issue, we take a moment to put a pause on our busy lives, and breathe: what about the sweaters and leaves and suns? how do they shift? haley chung & danielle graham jnb lit magazine’s co editors-in-chief 11/15/18 23:59.

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Les blues froids sont lĂ // mary ortega jra & sarassa katayama editors note table of contents the team // club members jam packed // a playlist like a girl // gabby yan photos // sophie sinclair the shift // yuyu liu dusk2dawn // ella gavilan photos // alexa grafe autumn's spell // trinity lu a postcard that reads 'wish you were here'// sophie sincalir Les blues froids sont lĂ // mary ortega jra & sarassa katayama leafy // crissa adaza shift-y key // michelle lo phases // liat freiwirth twenty things people should say more often // maeg lorey photo // tiffany au my reflection // destiny lang happier // eliana barbosa dance of the folds // rosanna sang photo // mary ortega jra & sarassa katayama photo // elizabeth graham the silver sword // destiny lang thank you

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CONTRIBUTORS writers Meag Lorey, Rosanna Tsang, Yuyu Liu, Destiny Lang, Trinity Lu artists Gabby Yan, Eliana Barbosa, Michelle Lo photographers Elizabeth Graham, Crissa Adaza, Mary Ortega, Sarassa Katayama, Ella Gavilan, Alexa Grafe, Sofie Sinclair, Liat Freiwirth

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NIKI Kehlani Adele Honne Kali Uchis Sabrina Claudio The Marias Oh Wonder Tennis Lanco

P A C ED K

Chilly CRZY Hometown Glory Love the Jobs You Hate After the Storm Confidently Lost Drip Without You I Miss that Feeling Greatest Love story

like a girl gabby yan

waiting on the flowers to bloom setting out before dawn

photos by sophie sinclair

The Shift yuyu liu

I can hurt, With a blade in hand.

I can deeply wound, And change how you see the land.

I can heal, With a caressing stroke.

Repair a heart, That had once broke.

I am eternal, I am brief.

I am joy, I am grief.

I can be excitement and fire, Or neutral and cold.

I can be a shrug off the shoulder, Or I can be bold.

So what exactly am I? Some would say a gift.

But regardless so, I am the shift.

The change in everything around you.

Forever entwined within your soul.

photo by ella gavilan

belle ame

photos by alexa grafe

kara

Autumn’s Spell

trinity lu

There is a certain kind of magic To the way She walks.

Winter storms in, Spring tiptoes, Summer has a habit of ambling on.

But Autumn? She saunters.

She covers the pavement with bright colours, Washes away the last snippets of summer with cool, fresh showers Fills the air with the sweet perfume of harvest and decay.

Her skirts brush over the land, Her paints sweep the sky She’s an artist, a poet, a connoisseur; Whispering soft words in the wind Earning hearts with festivals and bonfires Tipping treats into your outstretched hands We revel in the celebrations, rejoice in her wake; There is a certain kind of magic To the way She walks.

a postcard that reads "wish you were here"

sophie sinclair

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Modeled & Photographed by: Mary Ortega Jra & Sarassa Katayama

leafy crissa adaza

shift-y key michelle lo

PHASES photos bby liat freieirth

Twenty Things People Should Say More Often Maeg Lorey 1. They love themselves 2. How much they love each other 3. How they’re feeling 4. Their appreciation for things 5. “Yes” to trying new things 6. “No” to things they would not like to do 7. “Hello” when passing each other 8. “You’re welcome” after satisfying someone’s needs 9. “Please” when they want something 10. “Sorry” after bumping into each other 11. Any concerns they may have 12. What they’re unsure or curious about 13. Their passions and interests 14. What they love about each other / compliments 15. Words of encouragement 16. What they want people to hear and know 17. Why they do things and what purpose they have 18. The truth 19. What they want 20. Puns!

(Deer) 85 91 92 94 98 100 102 108 110 112 115 116＊ 117＊ 119+2 by taro izumi; photographed by tiffany au

My Reflection Destiny Lang

Smiling, I walked out the hair salon Look, my reflection A short hairstyle and my long hair gone Oh, looking at my reflection Dance my way home in joy and glee Look, my reflection Tell my mother over honey and tea Oh, looking at my reflection “I love men and women equally,” Look, my reflection “ ‘Non-binary’, that is who I see.” when I’m Looking at my reflection She hugged me warmly, I know she cares Look, my reflection In her eyes I could see her tears, when I’m Looking at my reflection “I am proud of you, my offspring,” Look, my reflection I began to cry and my heart wants to sing, when I’m Looking at my reflection

happier eliana barbosa

Dance of Folds

Rosanna Tsang

Nimble fingers, Sore thumbs.

Listen to the crinkle of the paper, And the creasing of the folds, Whilst breathing wishes into every step.

Instructions were meaningless; They were known by heart.

Day by day, Continuing to fold.

Blues, Greens, Purples, Patterns.

Set a goal, Seemingly impossible to succeed on your own.

Gather your materials.

Spread the word.

Form a team, And get to work.

by mary ortega & sarassa katayama

elizabeth graham

The Silver Sword Destiny Lang

A young maiden walked in the woods alone, Searching for words that were written in stone.

Spotting some poetry carved on a rock, Her eyes widened in a state of great shock.

There the sword stood, stuck in the ground, A rare treasure she had just found.

The sleek design she strongly adored, Behold! She raised up her silver sword.

From her back she sprouted her wings, Donned a crown of the king of kings.

Down swooped on her a flight of white doves, Adorned her hair with flowers she loves.

She reached for the sky, and heard angels cry: “Please do not be shy, spread your wings and fly!�

Grasping her sword tight, taking her one chance, Embracing the light, she began to dance.

“Look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.” ― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

thank you for reading this issue of jnb lit magazine hope to catch you in the next issue

with love, jnb lit magazine team

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