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pieces coll volu me age 13 201 1

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welcome to collage our middle school literary magazine you may notice the many puzzle pieces on the cover they represent this year s theme for the magazine pieces completion and coming together in middle school there are many different types of students everyone is original and no one person contributes to society like another middle school is a time when it is important to form bonds and make connections fitting together is incredibly important this theme is shown in the poetry and in the prose many students wrote poems about pieces that come together and the pieces in their lives that remain alone in prose students focused on completion and wrote about finishing journeys and the experience of getting to new places with their friends and family much of the artwork shows this theme as well students made collages which focus on bringing together seemingly different newspaper cuttings to create a depiction of themselves students also made hand prints with pictures inside representing everything that they uniquely bring into their world the masks and pictures of nature and journeys are pieces of our world as well every puzzle piece is different every hand print is different just as every student in middle school comes together to create a community the poems prose and artwork fit together to create collage magazine though alone these pieces are all exceptional they come together to create an even greater masterpiece aviva braier and dina rabinovitz editors in chief

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charles e smith jewish day school middle school 11710 hunters lane rockville maryland 20852 www cesjds.org 301-881-1400 t 301-230-2196 f collage 2011 is published through the generosity of helyn and lewis fanaroff cultural arts endowment jay m and dorothy s rosenthal cultural arts endowment kuttner-levenson endowment for upper school cultural arts and student publications volume 13 1

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cover art ceramics jacob weiss paper collage mijal altmann ceramics daniel brandorfer ceramics colored pencil on paper hadas elazar-miettleman sophie kader paper collage bronya lechtman paper collage adam kline digital photogrpahy sarah schecker colored pencil on paper ma ayan albert 2

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table of contents poetry and prose 4 villanelle by deborah kapiloff 5 6 7 9 9 mad cat by joelle perlin what if samantha berman girl in field by jessica kaplan poem about the scream by rebecca dorn the excitement of lifetime by samantha subin art ceramics photography 5 7 8 10 12 14 17 19 21 22 24 26 27 28 cat by talie gasko orchids by sarah schecker beach house by sarah schecker sail boat by miranda escobar hand by talia kravitz wasteland by zoe orenstein sun by ma yan albert canada by talia gasko boat in the night by eliana katz snails by alex lafountain flowers by adam landa anazazi bowl by ben weinberger mask by shira unger the beach by eliana katz 10 our epic journey by sophie kader 12 other side of the window by megan orbach 13 ode to tv by uri schwartz 14 poetry by jonah schrock 14 blank by liat bregman 16 heat stroke by harry wandersman 18 the telephone rang by aviv elazar-mittelman 18 dreamland by adam levengard 18 when i look outside by shira gould 20 his friend thunder by gabriella pilarski 22 out of the woods by dorina langer 24 the flower seller by emma enig 25 camping in the cold by yoav margolis 26 the plunger story by ben weinberger 28 the meadow of dreams by rachel lisker awards columbia scholastic press association gold metalist 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 silver metalist 2001,2002,2003 american scholastic press association first place with special merit 2004 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 first place award 2005 maryland dc national press association gold medal 2007 2008 2009 2010 3

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v illanelle we canter gently up the sloping hill we merge and move together as one she moves with strength ever so graceful i listen to her hoof beats pound it feels like sunshine even though there s no sun we canter gently up the sloping hill she moves quickly and smoothly across the grassy ground this is my idea of the best fun she moves with strength ever so graceful all my worries and thoughts come unwound and i know other happiness like this there is none we canter gently up the sloping hill deep breaths and i m so glad she s sound my once-perfect ponytail is now undone she moves with strength ever so graceful only on horseback can i feel so profound she s so beautiful she continues to stun we canter gently up the sloping hill she moves with strength ever so graceful deborah kapiloff 4

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mad cat i have a feeling a feeling that i have never felt before as i walk when i walk amongst this new creature in my house i fear it very greatly it snarls and it scratches on a pillow in my room i feel like there is something to worry about i don t have a clue what is the right reaction because i have never had a pet before this new feeling is amazing but at once at once it jumps i am petrified i start to scream i try and doge this creature but before i have a chance i feel something biting into my flesh i start to bleed horribly while i hold my hand in pain i look i look up to this living thing amongst me before it is about to charge,i tell it to sit and it does i have no clue why it would stop from that i carry it and put it into its bed and while it rolls over to sleep i realize that it was trying to tell me something very powerful and important it was that it was scared scared of me -joelle perlin cat digital photography tali gasko 5

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samantha berman i swear if i had gone through with it my life would be completely different now i remember that day so well that i can recall everything in vivid detail i remember my beautiful white dress made out of chiffon with lace appliqués all down the skirt i remember those bright pink flowers everywhere that reflected the opposite of my mood i remember the gloomy rainy day which was supposed to bring me good luck i needed good luck i remember the silver colored gazebo facing the 75 chairs under the white wet tent surrounded by ancient trees looking back now the only details i can t remember about that day are details surrounding my fiancé now i realize that my not remembering the details about him must have been a sign of what revelation would come later that day i walked down the aisle with my parents by my side i couldn t believe how long it was taking to walk down that long long aisle it felt like a hundred years i remember looking at my groom and not feeling anything other than nerves this might be considered normal but to me it seemed like all i could think about was that time was running out i felt a few drops of rain and secretly hoped that the tent would flood and break without hurting anyone of course and we would have to delay the wedding clearly i was not ready to get married i had always been that girl who was looking for the happily ever after i strove for it so when i met the perfect man i couldn t resist although at the time i thought he was perfect i now realize there is no such thing as a perfect man everyone has flaws and he definitely had his share but back then i was obsessed with him being perfect i overlooked the flaws all i could think about was how it would look if i married him i definitely cared about appearances after all i was wearing a wedding dress designed by vera wang i thought that if i said yes to his marriage proposal it would be easy from then on and that i would be happy forever more but as the wedding date neared i kept having this vision of when we would have kids and they would be running around me and i would feel flustered and then my husband would be yelling at me to do something and i wouldn t be able to handle it then i would have a different vision of my nice calm apartment where i would be alone and the silence would be amazing at this moment the reality of the nightmare was happening right in front of me it did not seem like i was heading towards a happily ever after after all the planning i felt like i had to go through with this ceremony too many people would be disappointed after walking down the aisle i finally got to the gazebo i started to choke up from sadness the only thing i saw when i looked at the guy standing across from me was my bleak future i knew it was mean of me but i didn t want to marry this guy at this time at this place in this dress this whole wedding thing just wasn t me because when i had planned it i had never believed that it would come true suddenly i felt claustrophobic even though i had plenty of space around me i blocked out the whole speech about commitment because to me that was just depressing it reminded me that i was about to be stuck i looked out over the trees and saw a hawk flying i could feel the hawk s freedom and i really wanted that for me i took courage from it and did what i needed to do i interrupted the officiant rudely doing what i was taught from an early age not to do interrupt people that was a no-no but sometimes you do what you need to do i remember what i said clearly i m sorry i can t go through with this i have to leave but you guys stay and enjoy the food the look of hurt and surprise on the groom s face made me sick to my stomach i felt cruel for doing what i did but i knew that i had to do it for myself what if

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orchids digital photography sarah schecker a story lies behind the eyes not seen a bare field with withered grass everything seems dead including the person was it a long journey coming to an end or a fatal disaster no one to call no one can hear all alone trying to get up but failing -jessica kaplan girl in field 7

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poem about the scream everywhere i look i see sorrow everyone i see terrorized my own world falling down i am overwhelmed what is there left to do when there is nothing left scream scream like there is no tomorrow scream into yesterday scream -rebecca dorn the excitement of a lifetime slowly like a turtle it quivers up the track stopping at a tall slope in its path it thrusts us forward a few feet we hang off the side for a moment looking as if we will crash against the black rocky pavement we move swiftly down the steel track feeling the sensation of a bird swooping down from above my stomach flips like a gymnast curling through the air we speed faster than a cheetah racing after its prey moving uneven like two sling shots throwing us back and forth on the rigid track sending us up and down screeches of excitement at the pitch of a crying baby rupture out of my throat twirling dipping and flipping in fascinating wave like motions the blood rushing to my head it pulls my body down with gravity i hold on to the old peeling rubbery bar that has journeyed this path many times i smell the buttery popcorn from the carnival stands awaiting me below i can taste the salty sensation in my mouth it rushes down the hill for a second time yet it is not over it races past the antsy crowd waiting impatiently for their adventure to commence the wind blows in my face making me feel like a bird in sky i am flying it comes to a sudden stop pushing my whole body foward i feel satisfied like a king after a feast but i am prepared to ride again -samantha subin beach house digital photography sarah schecker 1

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our epic journey by sophie kader sailboat acryllic on canvas miranda escobar penobscot bay maine 40 miles long 15 miles wide and over 200 islands i was even told john travolta has a house on one of those islands my family was going to spend three days and two nights exploring these waters and the surrounding harbors on a 42 foot sailboat the alliance not too spacious i would have to sleep with my mother in the forward cabin my brothers would sleep together in the rear dad well he got his own bench in the galley and the captain captain bob would sleep on deck captain bob i can still picture him a short older man with his sea weathered face and a strong new england accent he was wearing shorts a collared shirt sandals and a battered baseball cap bob was full of sea stories little did we know as we set sail we would become one of those stories the day we set sail was beautiful not a cloud in the sky the sun s rays reflected off the surrounding water we stepped on the alliance carrying our luggage and food for the voyage as we boarded the sailboat we notice two large sails pulleys and ropes lots and lots of ropes let s go says bob the motor of the boat rumbled as we departed from the dock once we were in open waters we set to work unfurling the sails we undo the little blue belts that were securing the sails bob tells my brother michael to put the winch in the crank and turn as he turns and turns the sail slowly rises i could tell it was difficult for my brother to turn the winch and my brother is strong when i tried to turn the winch it did not even budge the wind picked up and we started to heel whoa i felt as

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if i was going fall off the side of the boat i didn t know whether to laugh or cry bob yells his next command put up the jib carelessly we tug on the rope and the jib sail unravels two sails up each of us takes turns steering the boat it was like a game to us dodging the lobster pots singing songs telling stories snapping pictures beautiful islands surrounding us pelicans resting on nearby rocks seals peeking their head out of the water time flew by before we knew it the sun was dipping into the horizon darkness enveloped the boat we docked for the night in a small port by an island amongst four other boats as the night went on my mom and i slipped away and got into our cabin cozy not really it was a tight fit we slept to the rocking of the boat but not too soundly when i awoke the next day i could hear rain tapping on the hatch above our bed my mom was already awake i got on warm clothes and went up to the top of the boat everything on the top of the boat was wet the clouds were so gray everything was dark let s set sail before the storm comes says bob we had some doubts but went along with the plan because well he was the captain after a little while the drizzle became rain the winds were getting stronger and stronger bob watched in despair as his favorite cap flew off into waters if the atlantic ocean never to be seen again the horizon was not visible anymore no more beautiful islands and not one pelican was in sight at this point i decided to go inside to the cabin i was tired and seasick as the wind increased the waves got bigger they were hitting the side of the boat and spilling over the top of the boat the hatches on the ceiling inside of the boat were leaking and i kept on feeling water dripping onto me i did not understand the seriousness in the event so i would occasionally peek my head up top and tell everyone the water was dripping as a joke nobody laughed it s too windy my dad said we need to take down the sails ropes were flying everywhere the storm was too much for me i put in my headphones to listen to music and get rid of the sounds from above as i tried to drown out the commotion outside my dad and my brothers were working furiously on deck my brother jonathan was trying to keep the ropes from hitting everything as well as everyone the ropes were relentless whacking him over and over again finally jonathan gave up my dad took over cranking the winch to lower the sail a gust of wind whipped a rope into his hand sending the winch into his forehead blood immediately started gushing everywhere chaos ensued bob came rushing down inside the cabin grabbed the first aid kit and bolts back on deck my dad was holding a bandage on his head while trying to steer the boat bob continued to frantically order my brothers around lower the jib with michael s last reserve of strength and within inches of having the jib sail secured the rope snapped there was no way of bringing down the sail cutting the sail would put us at even a greater risk of capsizing at the mercy of the wind the alliance went full speed ahead the wind was pulling us wherever it wanted us to go we were heading in the opposite direction to shore the boat was not responding to our steering and then it happened an awful jolt and a loud thud sent me onto the floor from the galley bench we had hit a rock i was unaware of that at the time my dad ordered sophie and kim come up now for what seemed like an eternity we rocked back and forth on the rock we were stuck the wheel was still not responding to my dad s commands from down below i could hear the sounds of the motor going on and off this epic trip had become more than we all could handle my mother was vomiting my father was bleeding my brother jonathan wanted to wake up from this living nightmare michael in shock was actually laughing laughing it s hard to believe as we sat stranded in the atlantic ocean in frigid waters with three foot waves fog and no land in sight then the miracle the boat dislodged from the rock we confirmed no water was entering the cabin below we were given a second chance slowly and carefully we made our way back towards the dock as we arrived the winds die down and bob was able to go to the jib and forcefully pull down the cursed sail bags packed we left the ship as i stepped on land i felt like yelling land at last the feeling was indescribable our epic journey was finally over 11

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other side of the window 12 i look outside and all i see is rain pouring rain big circular puddles fall to the ground people walk with squinted eyes and heads under their umbrellas and people walking their dogs slipping and slushing their shoes in the puddles the dogs are soaking wet and muddy too my brothers and sisters are watching movies all day i want to go out i want to play i am still in my pj s and it s 2:00 pm there s nothing to do but look outside today isn t in a very good mood i guess everything is such a mess oh well tomorrow will be sunny and i ll be on the other side of the window -megan orbach

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it sits there on its stand bored throughout the day just sitting there completely dark black that s all you see it wants to show all the wonders it can show but can t the door opens the people are here happiness fills the room the anxiety leaves the happiest moment on earth wait the anxiety returns the kids must do their homework the mother must cook no time no one nothing for the tv hours pass it s all just dark nothing to show nobody to show it to they re done with their homework they wash their hands go eat dinner anxiety grows they re almost done nothing more to do after this except turning it on they re done they re walking towards it excitement grows he grabs the remote flash colors everywhere the most beautiful colors in the world no more darkness just light watch sports comedies drama animations romance action thriller horror news movies shows music just name it it s all there the shining continues it comes from the completely white teeth that the tv is showing in this eternal smile of colors this rainbow of light and happiness stop it s late now time for bed it clicks off darkness returns nothing to do but wait for tomorrow when it will all happen again -uri schwartz 13

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