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St Ives High School Literary Journal
St Ives High School Literary Journal
St Ives High School Literary Journal
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Welcome to the introductory and experimental first edition of the St Ives High School Literary Journal.
Everyday, mIllions of high school students around the world create works of literary brilliance; poems and short stories that should be shared and published, but which remain buried between the barred lines of exercise books and entombed in the growing pyramids of garbage heaps. The reasons for these tragedies are twofold; firstly, overworked English teachers often lack the resources to guide their students towards a proper expression of their work, and secondly, adolescent self-esteem and inertia inhibits any independent effort to seek-out publication through alternative means.
The St Ives High School Literary Journal aims to take one step closer to resolving this dilemma. St Ives High School is a public high school on the North Shore of Sydney, Australia. The poems and short stories in this eBook represent a fraction of the emerging talent and capability present in the students and it is hoped that the publication of this journal will inspire future students to embrace the opportunity to share their work.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDarren Stein
Release dateDec 10, 2018
ISBN9780463604069
St Ives High School Literary Journal
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Darren Stein

Darren Stein is an Australian writer and poet. He teaches English and the vicissitudes of life at a public high school on Sydney's North Shore. His work has been published in a variety of publications, most recently, the Foreign Literary Journal, CultureCult Magazine, Quadrant and Going Down Swinging. He has written three books, including "Stop all the clocks", "Storage Space: A collection of contemporary poetry" and "The Nut House Poems", all available on Amazon and Kindle.

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    St Ives High School Literary Journal - Darren Stein

    Preface

    Welcome to the introductory and experimental first edition of the St Ives High School Literary Journal.

    Everyday, millions of high school students around the world create works of literary brilliance; poems and short stories that should be shared and published, but which remain buried between the barred lines of exercise books and entombed in the growing pyramids of garbage heaps. The reasons for these tragedies are twofold; firstly, overworked English teachers often lack the resources to guide their students towards a proper expression of their work, and secondly, adolescent self-esteem and inertia inhibits any independent effort to seek-out publication through alternative means.

    The St Ives High School Literary Journal aims to take one step closer to resolving this dilemma. St Ives High School is a public high school on the North Shore of Sydney, Australia. The poems and short stories in this eBook represent a fraction of the emerging talent and capability present in the students and it is hoped that the publication of this journal will inspire future students to embrace the opportunity to share their work.

    This project would not have been possible without the support of our principal, Mr Mark Watson, and Head of English, Ms Rebecca Smith. I would especially like to thank our associate student editors, Cate Meijer and Portia Sinclair for their hard work and dedication to the publishing process as well as the assistance of Lauren Chessell and Kurt Tikoft. I would also like to express my gratitude to those students who had the courage to submit their work and to the reader who has taken the time to view them.

    Darren Stein (Senior Editor)

    I was born into a world

    Tamika S (Year 7)

    I was born into a world

    When children had no say.

    When recycle, reuse, reduce

    Was the only way.

    If we don’t act quickly

    Then the Earth will disappear

    We can make a change

    With the world’s atmosphere

    I just wanted to say

    I hope the Earth will not fade.

    I want to leave the Earth

    Knowing a change has been made.

    Poem

    Arantza S (Year 7)

    The vibrant highlighted homes

    Shimmer in and out

    But now you can only see them on your phone

    And their bones are scattered about

    Everything is nearly dead

    It was told be true

    That’s what they all said

    In 2050 the corals would be through

    Now here we are in 2018

    The coral has started to shrivel

    Their brightest colours no longer seen

    Forever stained by wrinkles

    But it hasn’t always been this way

    Once upon a time

    There was a beautiful reef

    That saw no evil and felt no crime

    A kaleidoscope that knew no grief

    Rows and rows of tropical paradise

    An underwater heaven

    But all beauty comes with a price

    (Can you guess what happens next?)

    The fish stopped swimming

    The crabs said goodbye

    The jellyfish never blooming

    Showed that they were shy

    We all wonder who and what

    Might have broken this peace

    The bad guys who demolished this

    Were said to be beasts

    Everyone wondered

    Everyone whispered

    Who might have done this?

    Who might have done this?

    Litter and pollution

    And a lack of respect

    Filling the ocean

    Until it’s the only thing left

    Toxic starfish

    In a toxic sea

    The corals are crying

    "Please comfort me!’’

    Humans are building bruises

    Across the rainbow reef

    What are our excuses?

    And what do we believe?

    We must find a solution

    It’s time to reduce plastic

    Don’t throw garbage into the oceans

    Reusable bags aren’t drastic

    It’s a necessary motion

    Toxic fish can be retrieved

    From the reefs that they have poisoned

    And finally, the corals can feel relieved

    By the way that we have chosen

    We must protect our environment

    To the coral, we are guards

    We do not answer with violence

    But with awareness, thought and heart

    In just a few years

    There will be tears

    For the fallen corals

    And all that they feel

    They are yelling for help

    Can you hear them?

    Can you feel it too?

    Holes

    Hana J (Year 8)

    Holes.

    There are holes in the sky.

    There are holes in the sky, and no one knows why.

    They’ve been there for years.

    They’ve been there for years and years.

    They’ve been there for years and years, before any of our ancestors.

    Before the sky shed it’s very first tears.

    Their size as small as the tip of a needle.

    So pure with hope. So pure with light.

    The rest of the world thinks it a star.

    They say my imagination is real bizarre.

    But where do these holes, these gateways lead.

    What kind of world will I see. What kind of dreams will there be.

    Are the holes a door or a key. All these questions are eating me.

    And if I blink I fear the holes might flee.

    There are holes in the sky!

    You’ve wished upon a star before.

    But have you ever wondered where these wishes go?

    Do the holes let them in word for word.

    To a hall, stacked with wishes high and low.

    Categorised by importance and relevance.

    Filled with cases and dozens of evidence.

    Where do these wishes go!

    So I keep my eyes open and wide, to drink the milk of the starry night.

    I’ve spent every penny of my waking moment on ponder.

    Thinking of the world left in wonder.

    Such naive nostalgia these holes evoke, it’s no surprise that when light comes I groan

    Day has come, light is here, and it is exactly what I fear.

    A disgusting being.

    The sun.

    A thief.

    Stolen my joy and handed me grief.

    Why!

    Why is it like this!

    Why is it like this, I wish to know!

    For the sun is undeserving and an unfriendly foe!

    So beautifully the holes rebel.

    Against the darkness and the light that fell.

    Such violent red motivation mixed with earthy brown determination.

    Their efforts shine times more and more.

    So tell me why don’t they shine

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