Octavio Moreno (9th grade)
Early in the morning the sky starts to shine.
The cold sharp wind settles as the clouds break,
revealing a good new day, a good sign,
A moment that not a person could remake.
All those years ago not to remember
The life I left behind so stagnant in my mind, the hate,
But I don’t want to ever surrender
To the fate, the unsolvable solution fate.
No matter the time you have, unforgiving,
Now the heart of the sky climbs to the sun
It's a brand new beginning, beginning
With the songs of birds in my ears, rung
The overindulged life of profusion
Is nothing but unstoppable delusion.
AnMei Dasbach-Prisk (10th grade)
Dark clouds hang above misty grey air and dew collects on the leaves of the redwood trees.
Wind whistles a tune that blows on the mountain in the green forests, a tune that yearns for summer.
Down long windy mountain roads to the sea breeze below.
Hot sun beats down on reddened faces and browned shoulders.
Waves crash overhead and the smell of sunscreen lingers on salty skin.
As the day comes to an end and the sun sinks below the horizon, the sky glows a rosy pink.
The sky is now covered by night.
Moonbeams cast silvery light on the mischievous acts of night.
Shadows dance across smiling faces as the bonfire burns and grows high.
In the morning all that is left are the embers which still contain the blue ocean, the green forests, and the bright sky.
12th Grade Art: Brigg Busenhart, Indigo Kelly, Unknown, Unknown
Priyanka Bharghavan (11th grade)
They’d put on a show, their voices ringing through the microphones. The set forever moving across the globe. He boarded an army jet to Europe, the wife by his side rocking the new baby girl in her arms. They shot their film all over the continent, a few years on location from France to Italy, a quick layover in Greece. The passionate voices of strongminded souls struggling to find that sweet spot. That was the plot of the film. That’s what the people saw as they loaded the DVD into the disc tray.
But then, not on camera, the two actors would take a break to go on a romantic stroll in the Parisian plaza, to skip stones in the little stream behind the German cottage, to squeeze the baby as they were serenaded by the gondolier. This was not for public viewing. But this was them.
And they made it back safe and sound to the identical beige San Francisco Presidio facades as the baby girl was not such a baby anymore. The husband still working for the army, the mother with her series of projects and passions. The small antique shop in the Sunset district and collections of dust on old treasures. The odors of the dried seaweed gathered by the tons and woven into baskets. And even now, the little sheep figurines of black pipe cleaners and golden wool.
You Are a Woman
Imogen Cockrum (11th grade)
you are a woman
strong and courageous
capable of emotional murder,
sometimes upon yourself
you are a woman
exquisite in all your ways of being,
except for when you choose not to be
you are a woman
don’t think for a second that his heavy breath should fog your vision
his letters of love should not make you feel as though they had started out as suicide notes
don’t look for he who has big hands and long fingers
they will still never be big enough to catch your tears
they won’t be soft enough to heal your heartbreak
why are you afraid to to set fire to the gasoline pools his “i love you”s swam in
you are meant to be who you are and the rest of us are proud of you for becoming
look at who you are becoming
NorCal Lit Club:
We curate a variety of writing and art from across grade levels, we study and deepen our understanding of local literature and our literary roots, and we share our knowledge of local authors with our community through brief presentations and writing exercises.
J. Haley Campbell
Graduated and Retired Members: Caroline Smith, Izzy Thomas, Devyn Powers, Elias Moreno, Nathan Burgess, Elise Slater