An essay by Sy Butler, remembering a traumatic and tragic episode from elementary school.
The school bell sounded, causing the players to complain, “Man, why does recess always end right when the game is just getting good?”
We all trudged up the hill towards the back of the school, shoulders sagging, many bending over until their backs were near horizontal in an effort to make the climb easier after a heated match of soccer. The flights of stairs seemed twice as steep and three times as numerous, since all of us were so tired. Still feeling the excitement of the soccer game, I bounded up the stairs. By the time my friends and I reached the top we were all panting, and Marcus had a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. Continue reading
by Kemonte Brown
Coffee stains to coffee scent, linger on my clothes.
Comparing bitter sweet espresso blends to fruits,
conversations with customers about being a barista.
John Mayer playing in the background, college
students flock like birds. Tribal designs on her shirt,
splashes of paint on his pants. We serve Ice Cream
and Pastries. Talk about unique. Coffee is love.
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Read and download CHR’s Winter 2014 issue by clicking here.
It’s our first issue of the school year — and features last spring’s Poetry Contest winners as well as tons of new art, poetry, essays, and stories.
Tell us your reactions at @cityhighreview or facebook.com/cityhighreview!
Another April has come to a close, and with it, the Review’s poetry contest. This time around, though, we had a year of experience under our belt, not to mention many, many more poems to choose from. There were no clear standouts – we read many strong poems that spanned a variety of themes and styles.
The ones we chose showed impressive rhyming patterns, painted complex emotional portraits, were intense, and mostly seemed to capture one moment in time.
We have had to let more than a few well-composed, original, thoughtful poems go unnamed for now. They will not go unpublished, though! (More on that later.)
Without further ado:
3. “A Sestina” by Matt Lee
2. “It’s 6:00pm on a Tuesday” by Nat Alder
1. “Smoke” by Max Friedman
1. “Untitled” by Sarah Burns
The WordPress.com folks prepared an impressive annual report for cityhighreview.com. Let us know what worked in our first year and what you’d like to see in 2013!
(We know – we’ve been on a long winter break. But we’re back! Expect posts every Thursday and Sunday.)
Here’s an excerpt:
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In this Poetry Bonanza we present five previously unpublished poems.
Here are some previously unpublished student poems. They cover a wide array of topics: heartbreak, money, depression, war, abstract philosophizing. We like all of them! Let us know which one is your favorite in the comments.
Untitled by Kelly Edwards
Tiny blue lights ignite the sky
While the moon falls into place
We’ll sink like anchors out at sea
Waves wash over us like a thousand weights
Maybe one day we’ll find an escape into the sun
We could float out of this world
Into the next Galaxy
But, we’ve been here for years,
And I don’t know if we can escape
This place I’ve come to call home
The cold has become so comforting
My heart’s ice Continue reading
Excerpt from “Orion’s Sword” by Michael Henhaus
The following is a tiny snippet from a very, very long fantasy story that Michael Henkhaus has been working on for a very, very long time. More to come!
Gerth’s room was very large. It had a big bed by the wall, with a warm red blanket that covered the entire mattress. Gerth was always finding new ways of sleeping in it. Above his bed hung a large framed script. It read: “Fight the evil you wish not to become, and protect your loved ones from the troubles they wish not to obtain. Fear not, for fear is too great and evil a power for any man to ever possess.” Gerth lived by this sentence, and often quoted it to his friends. Continue reading
Here are some links to places where City High students are putting their awesome original music. If you make music, send us a link or some files and we’ll put it up!
Elena Foster: http://soundcloud.com/elena-foster
Emily Braverman: http://soundcloud.com/bravergirl07
Erin Danielson: http://soundcloud.com/erin-danielson2*
Kole Butler: http://soundcloud.com/city-high-review (it’s on our SoundCloud)
You know you want to.
The link is right down there. Waiting for you. Just like our newsletter.
Are you ready?
Take me there.
“The Violin Recital” by Luke Kottemann
A memoir-essay by Luke Kotteman about the ups and downs of a memorable violin recital.
I shifted in my seat. The chair was incredibly uncomfortable. The back of it had three wooden bars, each one digging into the muscles of my back. Not only did the chair make me uneasy, but this God-forsaken suit was insufferable. “I thought this was supposed to be my size,” I grumbled to myself. I tried plucking at my violin to get my mind off my aching back. It didn’t help. I moved around in my seat a little, trying to relieve my armpits, which were burning with pain from my suit. Continue reading