THE IVY ISSUE XVIII | PHS
Editors’ Letter
Table of Contents OCTOBER........................................................................6 Angelique Bencivenga
MONOTONY ..............................................................17 Anonymous
PALMAS......................................................................6, 7 Theo Estes-Downs
THE STORY OF A LIFE...................................18,22,24 Myla Wailo
VINCENT......................................................................8,9 Anya Sachdev
THE BRIDGE THAT CROSSED THE WORLD........19 Andrew Markau
SELFISH...........................................................................9 Siena Moran
GRAND OLD PARTY............................................20,21 Eli Nathan
THE LOTUS-EATER’S HOME.............................10,11 Nina Li
THE STARE....................................................................23 Mayowa Ayodele
ODE TO MAZU.....................................................11,15 Emily Wang
HOME............................................................................25 Aiden Sarafin
GREY AREA...........................................................12,13 Gracie Poston
THE ESSENCE OF WINTER.................................26,27 Martin Matsnak
Cheers!
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT.......................................14,15 Sarah Rackowski
FALAFEL........................................................................27 Sarita Raghunath
Angel You-See-Me & Maya Pyromaniac
THE PATTERNS.....................................................16,17 Jacqueline Buford
BONES......................................front and back cover Sarah Rackowski
Dear Reader, Welcome to this year’s black and white issue, composed of various types of art and literature. It is impressive seeing all of your abilities to create such a variety of art with the bounds of it being black and white. The literature continues to be composed of many genres, showing the many sides of the PHS students’ talents. We want to thank you for each and every one of these submissions—without you, we wouldn’t have been able to create this magazine. There is an incredible authenticity to each of these pieces—it was incredibly difficult to narrow down what would be displayed in this edition. We appreciate every piece that was submitted, and hope that you continue to submit. Finally, we wish to thank our fantastic staff for all of their hard work. The Ivy staff members put together the spreads you are holding in this magazine. They worked with incredible efficiency and vigor, combining your pieces of art and literature to create this issue. As always, we would like to remind you that our email is always open to questions and submissions! We hope to hear from you at theivy.phs@gmail.com. If you would like to browse older issues of our magazine, check out our website: ivymagazine.org.
4 | PHS
XVIII | 5
Angelique Bencivenga
OCTOBER, 6 | PHS
This is one stop in time The click of the watch and everything falls apart And life still goes on around you and you can’t stop because life won’t let you So while you’re playing catch up while simultaneously trying to pick up the pieces your life is passing you by And friends and family look back at you Seeing nothing wrong And everything is spinning You’re too dizzy trying to see straight Music clouding every thought you have The laughter you emit consumes you till you become the person you created to try and fit in with the life passing you by The music is everything you feel and creates your judgments and decisions and depending on the song is the type of person you need to be to get you through the day The bridge makes you spin and spin and spin and spin is all you can do because after a while the dizziness is all you can handle right now
PALMAS,
photography
Theo Estes-Downs
XVIII | 7
VINCENT, Anya Sachdev photography
8 | PHS 22 | PHS
you are selfish. there is no you don’t have to love me back. as long as you’re falling for me, I am trapped in your cage. every movement, and touch; a firework every word; a psalm. I am trapped inside your thoughts every waking moment— even in your sleep, I am not free, as you rest I am whirling inside your head plucking flowers from the earth SELFISH, Siena Moran with honey on my lips, how can I sleep when every time you close your eyes I must be there to fill the darkness on the back of your lids? at night when you fall asleep, I am with you in your head but I lay in darkness, a black vacuum of your unrequited love. I have nothing to give.
XVIII | 9 XVII | 23
To the men who whistle crudely as I pass And claim that my curves and edges delineate my being I counter that I am more that they could ever hope to be That I am a descendant of Mazu, the goddess of the sea.
ODE TO MAZU (I), Emily Wang
The daughter of the dragon Who single-handedly reigned in the wide southern sea, no man dared challenge her claims for no one was stronger than she for she was born red-faced with such iron lungs from her mother’s prayers and chewed-up peonies
THE LOTUS-EATERS HOME, Nina Li 10 | PHS
XVIII | 11
GREY AREA, Gracie Poston photography
12 | PHS
XVIII | 13
ODE TO MAZU (II) Emily Wang Even as the waters and the fish wailed in torment they say she did not cry for thirty days but at fifteen silenced all the seas. She went forth riding nimbostratus horses and looked upon her knees at two warriors fighting for her hand under peach blossom trees. Yes, it’s true she was born quiet but grew up loud in-between. and when they told her to raise children, she raised oceans in her voice like no one had ever seen.
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT Sarah Rackowski photography
14 | PHS
XVIII | 15
THE PATTERNS
I feel your absence in a thunderstorm. The ghost of you darkens the skies, And the rain trickles down my face Like tears would if I allowed them to fall.
Jacqueline Buford
When the wind blows, I hear your name, It’s carried to me like a whisper in my ear. Dangerous, tumultuous It goes in one ear and out the other. Inside, my candle flickered, The night crept and The rain persisted As I close my eyes, I won’t dream of you.
16 | PHS
photography
MONOTONY
Anonymous
XVIII | 17
THE BRIGE THAT CROSSED THE WORLD, Andrew Markau
THE STORY OF A LIFE I, Myla Wailoo Sitting on a park bench, alone in the winter, Is a young girl—calm and sweet, though the cold is bitter She’s wrapped in a flimsy coat, one glove and a hat Eyes closed, red nosed, yet patiently she sat Not a person passing by paid her any attention Nor did they pay her a penny in the jar she set open Every day as the frost bit harder and harder She stayed on her bench, as only snow filled up her jar Sitting on a park bench, alone in the spring Is a young woman—strumming a banjo, through the air it’s sound rings She’s alone, but not lonely, for she’s not truly alone She’s got a friend in the wind, and in the clouds she has a home But there’s more to the world than her park bench, she knows
photography
18 | PHS
XVIII | 19
hy
ap
gr
to
ho
photographypy
20 | PHS XVIII | 21
LD
O
PA D RT Y
AN
R
G
El
an
at h
iN
THE STARE THE STORY OF A LIFE (II), Myla Wailoo
...... 19
There are people living free—free of rules and free of woes But deep down she also knows she’s confined to her bench She’s got no way out, so her thirst for change can’t be quenched Sitting on a park bench, alone in the summer Is a woman—slowly rising—waking from her slumber She gets up and brushes herself off with one pat Walks away, no delay, never looking back Who knows where she’s going? No one has a clue They just know she’s not coming back any time soon
Mayowa Ayodele charcoal
22 | PHS
XVIII | 23
THE STORY OF A LIFE (III), Myla Wailoo
For years, her bench sat empty, unused But it remained, day by day, collecting morning dew Walking by a park bench, leaves falling in the fall A little girl admires the trees—looming and tall She tugs on the sleeve of her mother at her side Whose face was soaked with tears, for old memories were revived She remembered the winters she had spent here— those long days The springs: working jobs and that banjo she played And that summer she left, memories cut through her like a knife
HOME, Aiden Sarafin ball point and fountain pen
24 | PHS
XVIII | 25
TITLE, Artist Name
FALAFEL, Sarita Raghunath Happiness in every bite. A wonderful ball, Loved by all. Never for something I have felt so much love, GivING me peace like a dove Enjoy it for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, You’re bound to be a winner. A lovely creation, Your mouth fills with elation. A blend of flavors, Something of a lifesaver. Don’t be sad, Comrade. Eat
THE ESSENCE OF WINTER Martin Matsnak 26 | PHS
XVIII | 27
This is the Ivy The art and lit magazine This is a Haiku “To help inform you
That we are accepting ad Fill this space right here� Wish to advertise? Do you have a lovely ad? This space could be yours! Email us your ad! theivy.phs @gmail.com! For things such as rates, Also what sizes we have, And other info! Thank you for reading! We hope you reach out to us, Angel and Maya
28 | PHS
XVIII | 29
STAFF LIST ADVISORS Mr. Gonzales Ms. Muça
EDITORS-IN-CHIEF Maya Pophristic Angel Musyimi
CREATIVE DIRECTOR John Liang
MANAGING EDITORS Shane Spring Ashley Wang
SPREAD DESIGNERS Eli Nathan Jane Lillard Vera Ebong Olivia Benevento Anna Lin Ellie Cellinese
30 | PHS
COLOPHON PUBLIC RELATIONS Abrielle DeVeaux Cecily Gusber Rida Ahmed
COPY EDITORS Andre Biehl Chris Shen Travis Thai
BUSINESS Matt Karns
SECRETARY Anya Sachdev
GENERAL STAFF Han Jiang Lydia Jane Nina Li
FONTS
The artworks in this issue were accepted through standard review board voting and group discussion. During this process, the artists’ names were kept anonymous to everyone besides the managing editors, who had compiled all of the submissions beforehand. Each staff member voted anonymously either “yes” or “no” on a Google form. All art and literature pieces with higher than 50% approval were published. A few others with at least 48% were also accepted based on their potential, both as complements to other pieces and their abilities to unify entire layouts. We keep a consistent art-to-literature ratio. We are Princeton High School’s only art and literature magazine, we are an extracurricular club that meets after school, on normal meeting days we meet for half an hour on Tuesdays. When we work on layouts we meet for three hours every day for four days. For Issue XVIII there are four hundred copies circulating the school.
COVER AND TITLE PAGE| Baskerville regular 60pt, 12pt CONTENTS | Open Sans semibold 14pt, Lora italic 14pt SUBMISSION TITLES | Open Sans light 18pt, Baskerville 48pt, 60pt, Times New Roman 18pt, Avenir Next Ultralight 24pt, 25pt SUBMISSION TEXT | Lora regular 13pt, Minion Pro regular 12pnt, 14pt, 24pnt, DN Manuscript Bold regular 25pnt, Baskerville 40pt, 48pt, Times New Roman 12pt, 13pt, Avenir Next Regular 13pt, Avenir Next Ultralight 12pt, 14pt STAFF LIST | Open Sans semibold 13pt, Open Sans light 24pt, Open Sans bold 24pnt COLOPHON | Open Sans semibold 12pt, Open Sans light 12pt, Lora italic 12pt, Open Sans bold 24pnt, Lora regular 13pnt PRINTING PAPER | House Laser Gloss #80, 8.5x8.5
XVIII | 31
BONES, Sarah Rackowski photography