Marian Burn Literary Arts Magazine Fall 2017

burn

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table of contents rainbow cow ~ scarlett wedergren ‘20 purple-icious ~ scarlett wedergren ‘20 staff photo ~ burn staff

cover

0&1 2&3

a smoky sunset ~ sally noble ‘19 silence ~ clara roth ‘19 metallic curtain ~ kathryn burbach ‘18 kitty ~ clara neary ‘20 worlds away ~ arij khan ‘20 ho ho no ~ megan doehner ’18

4&5 6&7

city within a city ~ kathryn burbach ‘18 pineapple tide ~ ashley straub ‘19 quiet kid ~ kennedy gochenour ‘18

displacement ~ mya bell ‘18 #inmyspectrespecs ~ caroline drew ‘19 tragedies ~ lydia delkamiller ‘19 a moment... ~ anna swoboda ‘18 colorado night ~ catherine franco ‘18 take this leap ~ megan doehner ‘18

8&9 10 & 11

12 & 13 14 & 15

amusement ~ claire sena ‘19

she ~emma gunn ‘21 just a hypothetical ~ kelly williams ‘20 idioma ~ megan doehner ‘18

jetty shack ~ mya bell ‘18 change ~ lydia delkamiller ‘19

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train ~ hali hansen ‘19 time ~ lydia delkamiller ‘19 press pause ~ megan doehner ‘18 succulents ~ ashley straub ‘19 stream ~ colleen sully ‘20 reflection ~ patrice roubidoux ‘20 we’re not plastic ~ megan doehner ‘18 sea of life ~ emily folts ‘18

18 & 19

20 & 21

22 & 23 24 & 25

taste of california ~ libby pallesen ‘ 20 american ~ lydia delkamiller ‘19 my family ~ kate bilyeu ‘18 the lighted states of america ~ lauren shotkoski ‘20 sweet dreams ~ rylee gregg ‘21

[ art by scarlett wedergren ]

“purple-icious”

back cover

gallimaufry ~ ella meis ‘20

fall ’17 burn staff

From left to right: emma williams ‘19, sarah burnett ‘20, caroline drew ‘19, ashley straub ‘19, hali hansen ‘19, kaitlyn rosenbaum ‘19, makayla sedlacek ‘18, ava bettger ‘19, scarlett wedergren ‘20, shruthi kumar ‘20, kate brashear ‘19, macy salerno ‘19, lily blake ‘19, audrey laney ‘19, chloe herbert ‘20, cori johnson ‘19, kathryn burbach ‘18, editor kennedy gochenour ‘18, editor julia hingorani ‘18 Not pictured: maggie prosser ‘18, samantha fabian ‘18

“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 editorial policy

Marian presents Burn, a literary arts magazine that strives to showcase the original artwork, 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 2017-2018 school year, there will be 800 copies printed per semester. All titles of pieces and page numbers are set in FFF Tusj font.

The writing is set in GeoSans 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.

silence [ writing by clara roth ]

Silence, You’re talking too much.

Listening is what I asked you to do The dignity that you hold inside of you is incomparable to others.

I know you feel as though it is gone, But when it comes back And it WILL come back, It will come abundantly and so beautifully.

You will soon achieve peace with listening to Me. I have new opportunities that are just calling your name Feel the refreshing breath that I will give to you.

Breathe in the awareness of Me, And put it on your sleeve.

Let Me guide you in letting go For I am the driver and You are merely the car.

The understanding of Me will never come to you on earth.

So encounter me in the little gifts I give you every day, And I will guide your heart along the way.

So Don’t wait Find Me today.

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“smoky sunset” [ photo by sally noble ]

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“kitty�

[ photo by clara neary ]

ho ho no

[ writing by megan doehner ] There comes a day Where decorating the Christmas tree Becomes a chore Instead of an honor Where candy canes Become sticky nuisances Instead of glorified treats Where setting an alarm for ungodly hours of the morning Becomes ruthlessly threatening siblings if they wake you up before ten...

There comes a day Where the magic slips away And we all stand by And watch it happen

worlds away [ writing by arij khan ]

The sharp, scratching noise of beautiful words being written for the world to read.

All made by a piece of wood and graphite that opens up a whole new world.

One where stories can be told; fiction or reality.

Humans can be somewhere else transfixed in a world they’d rather see.

This piece of wood and graphite may look small, but it screams with power and strength giving the ability to change any perspective just by the pattern it creates.

It inspires many.

Forcing people to expand their minds and look deeper into the world.

“metallic curtain” [ photo by kathryn burbach ]

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“quiet kid” [ writing by kennedy gochenour ]

I can be defensive, violent even, in my own reticence.

I can be content, artistic, unhappy, or possessive.

In my silence I am untethered to the world.

I am free to leave it all behind and see life, unbound, and unfettered by reality. It’s a beautiful thing to leave the world behind.

Like living in the trees while everyone else scurries on the ground.

“pineapple tide” [ art by ashley straub ]

to by kathryn burbach ]

“[a city within a city” pho

tragedies [ writing by lydia delkamiller ] Tragedies will always be found in the things we feel Big or small, All are real.

We don’t know when they’re coming, Or when they’ll go away, All we can do is enjoy today. to embrace each moment, meant to take our breath away.

“#inmyspectraspecs” [ photo by caroline drew ]

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“displacement” [ photo by Mya Bell ]

If a moment could last forever I would hold you in my arms for eternity If a moment could last forever Neither of us would ever feel lonely If a moment could last forever I would hold you in my arms While you hold me in your warmth And we would be happy

If a moment could last forever We’d be content You with your head tucked under my chin And me holding onto you If a moment could last forever We’d spend an eternity in silence The good kind of silence

Where you don’t have to explain anything If a moment could last forever You would be mine for eternity I wouldn’t have to share But moments don’t last you And I would never lose you forever So I’ll hold you for as long And often as I can And we’ll stay in happiness wishing That a moment could last forever

a moment [ writing by anna swoboda ]

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take this leap [ writing by megan doehner ]

I long to dream

To have my feet leap from the ground

And never return

To have my heart fly among the moon

Strings attached only to the stars

To completely lose myself in the nothingness

Yet I always feel the compulsion to find myself

I keep myself tethered

As if I’m scared that I’ll float away

But what do I have to return to?

Why am I scared to fly?

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“colorado night� [ art by catherine franco ]

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“amusement” [ photo by claire sena ]

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“she” [ art by emma gunn ]

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[ writing by megan doehner ]

just a hypothetical [ writing by kelly williams ] What if this moment was different?

The unspoken words that condense together in your chest, just boiling until you explode, will come crashing through the concrete dam you built up for the sake of your sanity.

They’ll scream and roar on a calamitous rampage, running wild, and soaring through the limitless crystal sky like a hawk.

What if the mysterious force that has sewn your mouth shut suddenly was killed off by your courage so that it may give you the gift of voice.

The gift of open ears pointed in your direction, so that just maybe your thoughts will be heard.

Maybe your thoughts will be heard.

Your thoughts will be heard.

What if every time you opened your mouth you weren’t greeted by a brick wall to the face slapping any wind you thought you had out of your entire being.

What if we weren’t bound by the handcuffs and iron bars. You know, the ones that keep us from soaring away to the stars we aren’t even allowed to

see.

If this moment was any different, it’d be a storybook ending with happily ever afters and tied up ends.

Happy endings come with a price, however. And ends that are tied will fray and become undone.

But everything is hypothetical.

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“jetty shack” [ writing by mya bell ]

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change [ writing by lydia delkamiller ] I think it’s time That we all slow down Take one long look around At all the things that need change.

I think it’s time That we do something Something to stop on the fire of hate to ignite the light of everything. everything we were meant to be.

Before the world turned cold Before we forgot who we were Before a lack of time, caught up to us Before a feeling of selfishness Got trapped in our veins And before we thought it was okay, To stand by and watch, To stand by and watch, and not change.

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sea of life [ writing by emily folts ]

The sea of life got pretty hectic.. While you were drowning I was struggling to pull you back in. I just wasn’t strong enough to hold my own weight while also trying to reel in yours. I feel like we had a lot of overboard and never ended up back on the same boat. I know we belonged on shore together but it was never going to be like that. But it will be okay. I just hope you get back on shore, cough out all the water and stay dry for as long as possible; even if it means I’m going to be thrown back in. Dryness looked better on you anyways.

“stream” [photo by colleen sully]

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[ photo by libby pallesen ]

I am from an old time pitcher and a tough point guard.

I am from green fields filled with sheep and busy streets.

I am from real smiles and great big hugs.

I am from mud stained clothes and dirty four wheelers.

I am from late night partiers and earlier morning risers.

I am from Thanksgiving dinner and lots of dirty dishes.

I am from laughs funnier than the joke and singers way out of tune.

I am from old Christmas movies and one family picture.

I am from great big hearts filled with lots of love.

I am from family and my family is from me.

“taste of california�

[ writing by kate bilyeu ]

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[ photo by lydia delkamiller ]

“american”

sweet dreams [ writing by rylee gregg ] You looked at me With tired eyes.

Long, stressful days Will not dull them.

Always sparkling, Bright and cheery, Mischievous, too.

But innocent.

Do not fight peace.

Submit to it, Let it heal you, And give you strength.

There will be grief, Tests of your faith.

Prepare yourself For tribulation.

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But rest now, child.

Weary daughter, Worry of naught.

Never lose hope.

Sweet dreams, dearest.

“the lighted states of america� [ photo by lauren shotkoski ]

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