I am from microphones. From 808’s And Heart Breaks and The Perfect Luv Tape. I am from the foam taped on the walls in every corner. Light, soundproof, the neighbors couldn’t hear a thing. I am from roses the stems of which are usually armed with prickles of various shapes and sizes. Family Reunions and Loyalty. From Madison Ayla Mason and Joan Valentine. I am from … Continue reading “Where I’m From” By Tyrone Morton (Grade 12)
I am from nowhere. I am from Ramen noodles and sink water. I am from third floor apartments, bulletproof windows, and police sirens. I am from card games & strong women with thick thighs and even thicker hearts, from Athena, Aphrodite, and the most powerful Goddess of all, My Grandmother. I am from laughter and making do with what we have. I am from never … Continue reading “Where I’m From” By Brittney Knott (Grade 12)
Thanks to quarantine I have learned a new skill It’s a tricky little thing to be able to pull off but when it works I get transported to a new world. Escapism- The tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy I talk to the winds outside of my windows I thank them for listening, for … Continue reading Escapism, Reality, and The Definition of Being Alive By: Chase Truitt
That’s right, the man who brought you the cartoon analogy of entering a new year being like going on a plane ride decided to put down MS paint because the man (Ms. Moore) wanted me to write an article. So as you figured, my name is David, a junior who’s a struggling animator, starting up an accordion book business and has his own YouTube channel … Continue reading Real Talk from the Resident Cartoonist by David Afforo
To discover my soul I must explore within Dare to embark wholly On this mazy journey Unravel my brain To read the words Which I have engraved Sift my versed blood For obscure passions And drain my heart To guzzle its truth I amass these pieces Which willfully I’ve culled From beneath my skin And eye the diverse art For I highlight its gems That … Continue reading A Poem by Genesis Houston
The Scroll 