ABOUT OUR COVER: This year’s cover artist is Rachel Mabie, Class of 2012. Rachel describes her work in this way: “This composition is a part of my Advance Open Studio photography project called ‘Urban Roots’. Two photos have been overlapped. The originals were taken in completely different settings. The sunset is from my trip to Hawaii and the glass bottles were hanging on a ceiling in New Orleans. One image is from a natural setting and the other is from an urban setting. My intention was for the seemingly dissimilar images to complement one another. I love the way different photographic subjects can blend to create a deceiving new work. Digitally manipulating images adjusts the original meaning of the subjects, they may invite the viewer to think about the environ- ments and also the process provides me with a great deal of artistic freedom. I originally became interested in photography by viewing pictures that my peers had taken and realized - I could give that a shot! Pun intended.”
PROSODY 2012
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Artists & Writers LOWER SCHOOL Juliet Ainsley Sebby Biggs Emmett Bluhm Avery Brock Lauren Castleman Alexandra Charnas Emilie Duquet Eno Dynowski Paula Fiegl Bowie Frucci Geoffrey Flickinger Alexander Freiburger Matthew Greenstein Malcolm Hansell Finnegan Junkermann Sam Junkermann Ava Khan
Zander Khan Samuel Ledden Jackson Macejko Alexandra Morgan Katherine Nolan Isabelle Ornstein Louise Prindiville-Porto Eloise Richardson Brody Rountree Anna Roszak Sarah Sommer Rachel Sontheimer Emma Smirl Zinzi Steele Elizabeth Stevenson Jack Worth Lauren Zabors
A special note of gratitude to the members of the North Shore faculty and staff who helped channel art and writing submissions to the staff and proofed our final layout.
MIDDLE SCHOOL Richard Austin Tess Considine Annika DuPuis Clayton Durning Cade Frucci Tala Glass Claire Gupta Owen Hiland Avery McCall Aidan Mitts Olivia Reed Adeline Rohrbach Brent Rolfes Bernhard Sanders Margaret Tabb Antonia Theodosakis Kelly Zabors EDITING STAFF Hanna Cunningham Olivia Landon Melissa Ostroff Shemar James Ms. Kate Puccia
UPPER SCHOOL Caroline Abrams Hayun Cho Clayton Cottingham Declan Falls Quinn Gray Shemar James Harin Jang Annie Kane Rory Kelly Olivia Landon Hannah Lumberg Kelly Macfarland Will McClanahan Alexander Mitchell Zak Nelson Ilhana Redzovic James Robinson Annie Roge Katherine Simmons Mary Sturgis Jamie Swimmer Abby Trott Madeline Ugarte Tess Weiner
Katherine Simmons 12th
OLD WILLOW TREE Alexandra Morgan 4th
Leaves fall in the winter My arms droop down to the ground My trunk is quite old Alive for generations Found living in strange places
Alexandra Charnas 4th
Eno Dynowski 5th
CITY LIFE Alexander Mitchell 9th
Carefully, I exit the building and a new world becomes tangible to each of my senses I watch as hosts of vehicles breeze by, headlights opening a gate to a new life Tourists and businessmen alike scamper past with their sights on a clear endpoint Yelling, laughing and singing, locals enjoy the ever-moving evening Like an incandescent inferno, skyscrapers illuminate the heavens, leaving a scar in the sky In spite of the synchronized beeps of traffic, a smooth kicking beat is inevitably heard Frankfurt, Venice and Beijing pay a visit to my nostrils; a peculiar group but wonderful nonetheless Every step I take flows on the pavement like the lyrics to a beautiful hymn It’s late, but I have no intention of leaving this place The city is my home, and I wouldn’t have it any other way
Samuel Ledden 2nd
Paula Fiegl 5th
Especia bestia pura San oso perezoso animal hermoso, cariñoso y perezoso que abraza el árbol como si fuera un amigo querido animal peludo, lento y dulce que acaricia las hojas con sus uñas gruesas como un oso de peluche suave como el rey de los árboles
Thick, pristine beast Saint Sloth beautiful, caring and lazy animal that hugs the tree as if it were a dear friend furry, slow and sweet animal that caresses the leaves with its thick nails like a soft teddy bear like the king of the trees.
MY DREAM Malcolm Hansell 5th When they sleep, their breathing is rhythmic, Their breath melds with the soft lulling of their dreams. These are dreams about the future. I dream about a world full of amazing and memorizing beauty, with vibrant colors bursting on every street of an urban area. Maybe there are buildings that are so high they don’t just scrape the sky, but that they puncture through the cloudy ceiling. They might get caught in the sky and the wind and be pulled and tossed into leaning and bend- ing in shapes. Maybe they are dancing with birds that gracefully fly around and through the land, controlled by no one and nothing. The people in my dreams are respectful, just, and thoughtful of one and all others. These people are not just phantoms of my dream. They are people who can be found in anyone. They are the unconscious fraction in everyone that is simply waiting to be uncovered, discovered, and brought forth to consume the other personalities in ones self. If I open my eyes and wake, I might leave this dreamland utopia and substitute it for reality, but I could instead open my eyes to others and find myself slowly, building the social aspect of my dream. If other people also open their eyes and wake up to others, we will have world understanding, and with that we can branch out to each other. With those same braches, we must create a tree of peace and kindness.
Abby Trott 11th
Cade Frucci 8th
Olivia Reed 8th
NEW MESSAGE Hannah Lumberg 9th
If your phone beeps Answer it If you don’t like Chinese food Ignore it If you are lonely Read it If you are busy Delete it If you wanna come Reply to it We are going out to eat You can come too Just don’t complain and say “What text? I never got it!”
Emmett Bluhm 4th
Zinzi Steele 3rd
Harin Jang 12th
Claire Gupta 8th Avery McCall 8th
ONE WINDOW IS ALL I NEED Tess Considine 7th
One window is all I need to see a reflection of who I can be
One window is all I need but my window changes goes with me
One window is all I need and through that window I can see...
notes dancing in a starry sky, fullness of color like an aurora in the night,
a single light guiding through seas, through deserts, through forests...,
One window is all I need.
Jamie Swimmer 11th
IF I WERE IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD
Matthew Greenstein 1st
If I were in charge of the world on Sunday, I would drink diet coke for breakfast. If I were in charge of the world on Monday, It would be Chanukah. If I were in charge of the world, every Tuesday, It would snow. If I were in charge of the world on Wednesday, We could have free classroom choosing all day. If I were in charge of the world on Thursday, I would go to the airport and fly a plane. If I were in charge of the world on Friday, I would have lunch with the President. If I were in charge of the world on Saturday, My teachers would come to my house.
SKETCH ME THAT WAY Annika DuPuis 8th Sketch me in your own way. Draw short lines. Give me an attitude. But you can only draw in the lines. You can’t change my look. That’s all mine. So try to sketch me that way. It’s hard. I’ve tried. Draw me the way you want. Mold me like clay. Push me into a ceramic disk, And I will stay. Paint me with color. Paint me bland. No color added. Just grey like the sand.
But you can’t change me inside. You don’t draw 3D. I am who I am. And that’s the way it supposed to be. So sketch me all you want. Mold me, Stretch me, Rip me all you like. You can try to change me. Try to create me the way you like. But I am who I am. So sketch me that way. It’s hard. But try.
Zak Nelson 9th
Rory Kelly 10th
Sebby Biggs 4th
Aidan Mitts 6th
Avery Brock 1st
Bernhard Sanders 7th
Kelly Zabors 7th
Antonia Theodosakis 8th
THE BEE Louise Prindiville-Porto 1st
The bee Will Sting On a warm spring day At the lakefront. Becasue the people gave a swat and a fling while swinging on the swing.
A ROSE Rachel Sontheimer 4th
Petals overlap I stand out in a garden stretching towards the sky I have a prickly stem ϐ
Emma Smirl 4th
LA PLUIE Madeline Ugarte 9th
La Pluie. La pluie bleue. La pluie bleue et belle. La pluie bleue, belle, et froide. La pluie bleue, belle, froide et fraiche. La pluie bleue, belle, froide, fraiche, et sombre. La pluie bleue, belle, froide, fraiche, sombre et hypnotisante. La pluie est sèche.
Rain. Blue rain. Pretty blue rain. Cold, pretty blue rain. Cool, cold, pretty blue rain. Somber, cool, cold, pretty blue rain. Mesmerizing, somber, cool and cold pretty blue rain. The rain is dry.
Quinn Gray 10th
IF LOVE COULD LIVE Richard Austin 6th Does the wind blow or a flower bloom in spring does rain fall yet never hit the ground will the earth shake and not cease Can love exist without any meaning
LA LUNA Kelly Macfarland 12th La luna brilla por encima de todo las sombras que son visibles durante el día, desaparecen en la oscuridad de la noche, esperando al sol a revelarse. La luna que es conocida por su belleza está orgullosa. fuerte, majestuosa En la luz de la luna, la vida nocturna empieza a revelarse. un hombre, cuya casa fue ejecutada, se arrima en una caja de cartón, llorando hasta dormirse. Dos hombres atacan a una mujer que es inocente y aterrorizada en un callejón. Peligro, terror, incertidumbre La noche también trae la paz. Una chica escribe una nueva historia, cuyas palabras podrían llevar a una nueva generación, a la paz, bajo las estrellas. Una chica y un chico juntos en un abrazo caminan por el parque, mirando hacia el cielo nocturno. Como la noche, su futuro está vacío e incierto. Sino también como la noche, es suya para pasar juntos Amado, tranquilo, fuerte La noche tiene doce horas que muchas personas pierden por dormir. La noche es realmente un mundo en sí mismo. Es un mundo de maravilla, de poder y de peligro. El silencio de la noche tiene su propia música, incluso si no somos capaces de escuchar. La luna es el guardian de la noche, y es la luz que guía a las criaturas de la noche en casa.
The moon shines over everything The shadows that are visible during the day, disappearing into the darkness of the night, waiting for the sun to reveal them. The moon that is known for its beauty is proud. strong, majestic. In the light of the moon, the nightlife begins to reveal itself. A man, whose house was foreclosed, snuggles in a cardboard box, crying himself to sleep. Two men attack a woman who is innocent and terrified in an alley. Danger, terror, uncertainty The night also brings peace. A girl writes a new story, whose words could lead a new generation to peace, underneath the stars. A girl and a boy together in an embrace walk in the park, looking at the night sky. Like the night, their future is empty and uncertain. But like the night, it is yours to spend together. Love, quiet, strong The night has twelve hours that many people lose by sleeping. The night is really a world within itself. It’s a world of wonder, power and danger. The silence of the night has its own music, even if we are unable to hear it. The moon is the guardian of the night, and it is the guiding light for the creatures of the night to home.
WAVE Eloise Richardson 4th
As you wash up shore Crashing down on the warm sand Carrying shells to deep Splashing Crashing all around Crashing Smashing every thing
Annie Kane 10th Annie Kane 10th
THE CRIES OF AN OFFSPRING Shemar James 10th Yes, The only thing you see is immature and wild The idea that comes to mind when you think of a child You see OUR bad behavior But never OUR inside colors Always comparing US to the kids of others WE are taken for granted But WE’re smarter than you think Observing the world in OUR stroller with each and every blink You feed US sweets So WE will forget past’s pain But, WE know every trick in your adults’ books and- Games! WE are given toys so that they may replace your presence When it is so simple That your time with US Would be OUR greatest present OUR voices blocked by your wicked pacifiers Meanwhile, there’s a truth in OUR tears instead of stereotyping us as massive criers You constantly ignore US… Until WE get you rich Than you mooch off of US with your cold greedy lips WE try to email you, But your inbox is too full for US
WE cannot afford your fare- WE aren’t able to ride your bus So don’t exaggerate on how tall WE’ve grown and how old WE are But of the matureness WE’ve shown And how OUR talents will get US far Not that you’ve noticed or told US You don’t completely know US Even though you had US Because WE purposely show gladness instead of mad fuss
Part of Us will be lost and what shall you never find If you continue to be blind, there will be no chance to rewind, unless you choose to search through all time, maybe you can avoid paying the future fine… …If you soon to fail the tone of you’re talking, And refuse to change the way of your walking, Your constantly locked door, Will soon be silenced of knocking, And you shall never discover… The faint CRIES OF YOUR OFFSPRING...
Anna Roszak 5th
Elizabeth Stevenson 2nd
I DON’T KNOW…
Bowie Frucci 5th
One Day I Step Outside of My door And look at the leaves On the trees, But the next day Is a mystery Sometimes I take food And life for granted, But I try to stay Positive and not And not think about the world Potentially ending, Or my family and I Running out of food I think about how Grateful I actually am For my family, food, Water, and shelter. Some of those things Millions of kids Don’t have. I wonder Why.
Mary Sturgis 12th
STORM Ilhana Redzovic 11th
Celestial disruption for the good of mankind Galaxy falling down The cosmos is crying But she cries tears of joy At the life to be cultivated The nourishment she gives Overwhelms in goodness Green Life Growth The emotion is pure, pure and green
Zander Khan 2nd
Tala Glass 8th
Annie Roge 12th
Isabelle Ornstein SK Geoffrey Flickinger SK Finnegan Junkermann SK
Sam Junkermann 2nd
Dolphin Swift, Playful Gliding, Squeaking, Jumping Talking mammal of the ocean Leaping gymnast
Sarah Beth Sommer 2nd
Brody Rountree 2nd
I AM LIKE Juliet Ainsley 2nd I am like an artist drawing a sunset focused in front of the canvas I am like a woman, a woman winning a race A race in the Olympics I am like a spy trying to solve mysteries that are all around me.
Adeline Rohrbach 8th
Lauren Zabors 5th
THE YELLOW LINE James Robinson 9th
Two worlds converge on a path Where tall grasses collide with busy lives. Runners and bikers fly past, Music drowning their boredom, As geese soar silently overhead. Divided by a yellow line, The path provides direction, Organizing the footprints Of productivity On their concrete tour. As a defiant paw print Softly Scutters to the water’s edge.
Margaret Tabb 8th
Brent Rolfes 8th
Olivia Landon 11th
I AM Hayun Cho 11th The plane ride is Uncertain But I have made this trip since I could walk I think I am stretching until My bones cradle the ocean and both countries Here my body is in mid-flight Like a broken kite I hover And slowly land The string has always pulled me Away and towards And I have grown to ride the wind Like this And eat my own questions I live in airports And I have breathed air Since I was small That never understood me I am in between And cheap vodka and angst But I know the pain In unspoken history of people who work hard And are never remembered Is greater
Do I write to be noticed? Who can tell When there are so many voices In my hands Asking me to remember and perhaps Understand I am always losing things Important and close And the words remind me Like the small heaps of earth and bone I visit That were my parents parents parents in the rain and my sisters and I stand silent for a while and clutch each other like we are going to fall They remind me That despite the tearing and weight of two hemispheres I still have a soul.
Jack Worth 1st Jackson Macejko 1st
I WANT TO DREAM IN COLOR Katherine Nolan 5th
I want to feel like I am appreciated When I walk into the room I want to feel that I will be missed when I leave I want to be the best......for once I want to stop being laughed at Every time I trip I want to make a friend As easily as him I want to dress in style And wear shoes as tall as hers I want to stop being judged by what I look like But for whom I am I want to dream in color When I fall asleep
Will McClanahan 9th
Caroline Abrams 9th
Lauren Castleman 3rd Alexander Freiburger 3rd
POND Emilie Duquet 4th Rippling waters Koi fish and cat fish swimming Full of busy life Long grass growing on the edges Shutting down for the night
CONSTELLATIONS Tess Weiner 12th
I did but once enjoy your light On summer’s eve, the darkest night: Your fingerprints impressed the sky, Your pale skin caught my wand’ring eye Now just the outline of your ghost, Orion’s memory at most, Sometimes scribble faded stories here, The remnants sure to disappear I once found refuge in the shade, Once found shelter in light decayed, In nature’s sleep and in its dreams, But now I’m lost without your beams Your dimming patterns leave me broke And on your poison do I choke
Declan Falls 10th
SUN Ava Khan 4th
stunning beams burning melt everything in its way reflecting off glass windows hot as it heats the world scorching dry grass with its heat
Owen Hiland 6th
DESCENDENTS (inspired by Ancestor) Clayton Durning 6th
Planes that go faster than the speed of sound, trains that levitate by magnets, and cars powered by solar panels using as much energy a hair dryer. All of things are not dire. Everything in such a rush, the world can’t just hush. Our generations can’t be slow; all they want to do is go, go, go!
Clayton Cottingham 10th