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Posts published in “Literary”
I’m Tired.
By ANONYMOUS on November 2016
I’m tired of long hours Looking at a tiny screen Just because I have The aching need And I can’t control myself. I’m tired of…
The Value of Adventure
By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on November 2016
You get up, you get dressed, you brush your teeth, you go to school, You play sports, you do clubs, you make art, you get…
Haiku of the Month: 2016
By LUCA GREENSPUN on November 2016
Braggadocious Trump Strong-willed gal tryna make history It’s up to you, chump
Autumn Morning
By LILLIAN HWANG-GEDDES on November 2016
Walking through the grass In the morning Dew still gleaming on the blades Sounds of feet on the forest floor The stream gurgling softly If…
Where’d You Go?
By C.B. on November 2016
“My ghost, where’d you go? What happened to the soul that you used to be?” “Ghost” by Halsey blares from the car speakers. I’m standing…
“What if they don’t listen to me?” “How will I know if I’m doing a good job?” These questions race through my head. The knots…
End of an Era
By ROAN BAXTER-MARTIN on November 2016
The sky, filled with the iron remnants of a civilization risen on the backs of stone. Falling, clattering together, exploding, fiery tornado of clutter coming…
Dead Serious
By BENJAMIN SALOMON on November 2016
The time has come, please don’t get mad It happens to us all. Let me introduce to you a charming lad I’m sure you’ll have…
Drowning in the fluid that is filling his lungs, my cat Mason is wrapped and restrained in towels, still giving a desperate kick to escape…
Haiku of the Month
By ABBY KATZ (Staff Writer), ALYSSA PAULO, MARIA LIMA VIEIRA, STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on October 2016
Winner Diving By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI Diving Deeper down Crystals of water collapse Passing Poseidon Others Untitled By ALYSSA PAULO It’s watching you now. Pretend…
Soap
By JULIA LUNA on October 2016
She sat staring at herself in the mirror. Existential crisis? “Am I allowed to self diagnose?” Yes, existential crisis. Acute. SOS. “You will not sit…
A Kid Named Moes
By BENJAMIN SALOMON on October 2016
There once was a fat kid named Moes, So large he could not see his toes. He kept eating his sweeties ‘til he got diabetes,…
Most Every Sunday
By EMMA KARNES on October 2016
Most every Sunday the man is here, sipping from a ceramic coffee mug and playing himself in rock paper scissors. He has hair like an…
A Circular Argument
By ABE MESSING on September 2016
A circle never struggles to make ends meet A line going forever in repeat It’s perfect, but saying it’s the best because it’s the best…
This Is Not a Confessional
By CASEY WETHERBEE on September 2016
I sat down in the metal folding chair, ready to talk, and, hopefully, ready to be listened to. I knew exactly what I was going…
I Thought I Found You
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
I thought I found you Sitting by the chestnut tree Your hair then Longer than it used to be I thought it passed, time…
Our Thoughts on Death
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
I think maybe it’s black Frank thinks what I say is whack Jenny’s into Buddha and all that jack Frank says to Jenny there’s no…
Journal Entry
By LUCA GREENSPUN on September 2016
Sitting inside this ancient Roman basilica, it’s easy to believe there is a god. The vaulted dome ceiling gives way to a deluge of heavenly…
Ode to a Stuffed Panda
By JAMES PARK on September 2016
Lying under the table there so still Left unnoticed against your own will That still furry face stares with no scorn Yet within me…
Haiku of the Month
By DANIEL XU on September 2016
Eclairs or cookies Though I may be a glutton I just cannot choose
Announcing the Literary Section!
By EMMA KARNES on June 2016
Welcome to the brand-new, state-of-the-art literary section of the IHS Tattler! This section will feature students’ creative writing: everything and anything from poetry, short fiction,…
Haiku of the Month!!!!
By CASEY WETHERBEE on June 2016
i cannot tell if that glimmer in your eyes is playfulness or pain
Preaching Grub
By JULIA LUNA on June 2016
There we were, two teenage girls pouring out our teenage woes. Interspersing gossip with deep shit and not feeling embarrassed about afflictions of the heart.…
Here Is a Field of an Unknown Grain
By PEARSE ANDERSON on June 2016
If this field were a person it would be a woman named Sigtuna with a spitting problem. If this field were an accident it would…
Wind-Up: Finale
By JAMES PARK on June 2016
Linda was unconscious by the time I burst into the dilapidated home, her slight breath on my neck the only indication that she was still…