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The Physis 2017

The Physis is The Pine School's literary magazine produced by students and featuring student writing, artwork & photos. It is published once a year.

PHYSIS
2017

Allison Sanchez, 9th





PHYSIS
2017
EDITORS WRITERS

Ali McClimond Lily Cave
Melissa Coolidge Allie Smith
Samar Ahmed Lauren DiMare
Lauren DiMare Luke Rica
Claire Pittman Hannah Squier
Claire Barber Fin McLane
Chloe Janson Allison Sanchez
Maddy Minelli Jonathan Atz
Emily Smith Nell Hutchinson
Emma Berkenblit Logan Bryant
Greyson Phillips Pippa Hilton-Green
Alyssa Schoettle
ARTISTS COVER PHOTO
Allison Sanchez Olivia Siegel
Joey Falcone
Jacqueline Rouse
Brett Sarcia
Philippa Parnevik
Chloe Janson
Carson Schroeder
Peyton Schoppe
Macy Washer
Faith Hill
Julie Afshar

Petals

Lily Cave, 7th
Imagine the petals falling through the abyss.
The dark space of night twinkles and shines their bliss.
They shine and shimmer with no sparkle.
The feathery petals flow like a stream or a river.
Everything is in a group.
Except for one.
And yet of all these motions, imperfections, and shine
capture this one moment that will express their beauty.
Of each line.

Joey Falcone, 3rd

Narrative

Allie Smith, 6th
It was a rainy day outside of Starstruck Theatre. The palm trees were
swaying in the rapid wind and the sky was dark gray, almost black. My
cirque teacher, Mrs. Maria Elena, was explaining a trick “Tick Tock Drop”
when BOOM! There was an echoing thunder! Mrs. Maria Elena went on
explaining, “If you don’t grab the silks from in between your legs you will
fall out of the trick and drop 15 ft.” I was terrified, but when it comes to
cirque, I do every thing that seems terrifying. Mrs. Maria Elena asked who
wants to go first. I raised my hand as fast as I could. Mrs. Maria Elena
said, “Allie, do you want to go first?” I excitedly replied, “YES”. I got up
out of my seat on the theater floor and started climbing the silk. Mrs.
Maria Elena was telling me every single step I had to do.“Go upside down,
crochet both legs, beat back, then go up, now this is important, put your
silks in between your legs, straddle upside down, put your legs in between
the silks and go up into ship’s prow.” After five minutes, we finally got to
the part of the trick where I had to let go of the silks and drop!
I could start to hear my heart beat rapidly; I started to become terrified
that I was going to fall and break my leg! Mrs. Maria Elena asked me, “Are
you OK up there?” I was about to reply “Yes,” when I changed my answer
quickly to, “not really”. “You can come down if you don’t think you can
do it”, said Mrs. Elena. I replied, “I can do it.” I slowly started to let go of
the silk. When I finally let go of the fabrics that were above me, I grabbed
the fabrics that were were in between my legs. After I finished doing the
dropping part of the trick, I realized the I was in a half moon shape in mid
air. When I started getting out of the trick, Mrs. Maria Elena started to
clap and say excitedly, “You did amazing, Allie I think this might be your
new trick to do during shows!” I remember thinking when I finally got to
the ground about how I wanted to do the trick all over again!

Sun Muse

Lauren DiMare, 11th
Here is my vesper, my sun muse.
In your absence I await, asking myself
is it your eyes, that chose not to see?
Of where you’ve come from, here the
regions are snowy, after months of endless
summers, endless heat like pain beating down
on me, what have you for me to grow?
I have no gardens to my names,
but take all what I can give.
What else do you need from me, my sun muse,
for you to come back to me?
I fear the gardens boasts none,
I should not have been given the plow to sow
nor seeds to grow, I have failed both these days.
You’ve been gone so far, so long,
extended absence since I’ve watched the first
sunflowers sprout, now no longer here; barren.
Is it now what I’ve become, that you hate so much?
Running from me, while I wait burying hurt
within the heart, these cold steps will not roam
further away from you.
My muse, you’ve left when these leaves were green
and now red, and not scattering; I was the one
who took care of them.

Jacqueline Rouse, 10th

I Hate Poetry

Luke Rica, 12th
I hate poetry
What rhymes with poetry?
A tree,
A tree rhymes with poetry
So there’s poetry
And a tree
And maybe even a bumblebee
And this poem could probably earn a C
But I am going to try for at least a B.
If only you knew what this poem could be.

I just rhymed B with be,
Two different words, but both pronounced “bi”.
So I guess the question is “To B or to be?”
Now back to that tree
What about that tree?
Well that tree is a lot like you and me,
That tree is a key part of poetry
And that means we can call it the poet-tree.
The poet-tree helps blind men see,
Its helps the endangered flee
And sets the enslaved free.
The trick is to use the poet-tree
To symbolize growth in your poetry.
Through the use of the poet-tree in poetry
Anyone can be a poet, see?

The Ring of Pearl inside. “Come, come in. Come
in,” she motioned with a crooked
Hannah Squier, 7th hand. Ducking inside, Pearl’s eyes
Once upon a time, a ten-year-old girl adjusted to the dark and beheld,
named Pearl had an event happen dancing in the candlelight, great
that changed her life. Pearl, who piles of dazzling jewels and bottles
lived with her father in a quaint of colored potions. Turning her
brick hut surrounded by pine trees, humped back to Pearl, the old
had glossy, sable hair and deep, woman asked in a whispered voice,
hazel eyes. Sadly, her mother had “What brings you here to the heart
just died from a sudden illness that of the island, little one?”
came in and out like a storm, and
horrible nightmares haunted Pearl Feeling not at all frightened,
every night. Her father, frightened Pearl told the woman her name and
by the loss of his dear wife, did not the story of her mother’s death and
want to be around Pearl any more. how her father banished her to live
He said that Pearl reminded him too alone here on the island. She told
much of her mother, and he could the woman about the voice in the
not bear the sorrow. He was afraid wind, and how she had followed it to
to lose her, too. Soon, Topaz, her the shadow of the cliff. Without a
father, banished Pearl to a nearby, sound, the old woman sat quietly on
lonely island where she could fend a seat made out of a root.
for herself. Confused, Pearl packed
her belongings and departed on the “Follow my instructions
morning tide. carefully, little one. You need to
One day, when Pearl was picking go on a quest. Only you can cure
berries from a fruiting tree, she your father’s broken heart. There
heard the wind seem to whisper the are medicines here that few know
words, “Come…come…come!” about. They are hidden and require
Pearl, who was by nature quite some brains and courage to discover.
adventurous, followed the rustling And, I can see that you already
fronds and rushes, cocking her head have a good dose of both.” The old
to hear better the whispered call. woman approached and gazed into
Eventually, she arrived at a round Pearl’s wide eyes.
door set into the face of a mossy
cliff. Pearl had never noticed this “Here is something that will
hidden door before. The jungle help you,” announced the woman,
plants and deep shade of the cliff who hobbled over to a shelf and
hid it in a purple shadow. Although withdrew a golden box. Out of the
adventurous, Pearl was careful, box she extracted a pearl ring that
too. She noticed that some of the caught the light of the candles and
vines crawling around the rusty flooded the room with a crimson
hinges were poisonous and thorny. glow.
Cautiously, she knocked gently on
the door. Almost immediately a “Now”, she pronounced,
bent old woman peeked out of the “remember this poem, Pearl: Use
dark. With only a quick glance at this ring on your quest to cure your
Pearl, the woman beckoned her father’s heart. If you don’t succeed
and lose your way – all will fall

apart.” terror. “Ring, quickly build me a
Before Pearl could speak, sword to kill this beast!”
Instantly, Pearl found a sword in
she found herself standing at the her hand, which she struck at the
entrance of a stone labyrinth, the lunging snake. Once, twice, three
ring firmly around her finger. times she swung the blade. The
snake ducked her attack and spat
“Well, I guess this is the foul venom from its gaping mouth.
way,” Pearl remarked to herself. “Ring, build me a torch and I’ll burn
Without hesitation she strode into this monster,” begged Pearl. The
the maze. Following the maze this sword became a brilliant torch that
way then that, finally she came to Pearl waved at the startled serpent.
where the paths split. “Oh, what Finally, the snake retreated into the
shall I do now?” exclaimed Pearl in darkness, and Pearl rushed past into
despair. the inner chamber. A beautiful
Just then, she heard a voice from room, dancing with the music of
above her. She looked up. A crow a waterfall, opened before her.
with scarlet, beady eyes glared down Beautiful flowers surrounded a bowl-
at her. shaped statue in the center. The sun
shined down from an opening above.
“Mr. Crow, which way shall I Butterflies drifted gently up the shaft
go?” requested Pearl. of light, their wings like stained glass
The crow cocked his head and coloring the light.
croaked, “Go left. Go left.” With a As Pearl approached the statue, she
dry flutter of wings, he disappeared. spied a leather pouch. Tugging open
its leather strings, she discovered a
Pearl turned left and marched along crystal vial filled with the medicine
with greater confidence until she that the old woman had predicted.
suddenly found herself blocked by “Ring, take me to my father,” Pearl
a high, flat wall. Placing her hands commanded, clutching the bottle to
against the wall, Pearl pushed. her chest.
Nothing moved. Leaning unhappily In a whooshing of light and wind,
there, Pearl heard the whisper again, Pearl stood before the door of her
this time from the ruby ring. own family hut. She opened the
“Touch me to the wall. Gently tap,” door and found her father sleeping
suggested the ring. soundly on his grass mat. Without
Pearl lifted her finger and touched hesitation, she dripped the medicine
the glossy ring to the wall. onto his sleeping lips. He opened his
KABLAM! A flash of lightning eyes and said, “Pearl, my girl, where
opened a hole in the wall, and Pearl have you been? I dreamed that you
quickly darted inside a covered had gone away. Don’t ever leave me,
passageway. Just then, rising out my little one!”
of the gloom, an enormous snake
slithered into her way. She was
blocked. “Ahhhh!” yelled Pearl in

A Different World

Fin McLane, 2nd
A book
Reminds
me of a
Vacuum that
Sucks you inside
Of a different
World
Then you’re gone
You can
Hear
No one
And no one
Can
Hear you
For
Hours.

Philippa Parnevik, 12th

Chloe Janson, 11th



Carson Schroeder, K

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Allison Sanchez, 9th
Our earth laughs in flowers
The water color sky complimented the dewy grass brilliantly in the
mornings
The birds always sang the same song, and the limpid lake always mirrors
the sun’s smile
The brisk air seemed to propel my feet towards the park
A playground swing met me as I sat down and my feet dangled like spiders
descending from their webs
Nothing is as enjoyable as this
But now
Our earth cries in rain storms
Smoke swirls ominously in the ashen sky endlessly
The birds reduced to a distant memory, and their song long forgotten
The parched land where the lake once sat, is an everlasting reflection of a
frown
The air clogs throats as if it were black honey and nothing can be done
now
Nothing will be ever be worse than this

Check-Up

Jonathan Atz, 12th
If you received an x-ray of your soul,
What would your results show?
Would you see a fracture in your pride,
A contusion in your compassion,
Maybe a paralysis of your creativity?
Would there be a hulking mass of insecurity,
Rapidly spreading nearly beyond restoration?
Fix yourself, mend that fracture,
Do what you have to do to cut that cancer off, before it’s too late.

Shattered

Nell Hutchinson, 8th
Tears rolled down my face. I missed my home. I remember the day my
Dad told me we were leaving Virginia for good. It was nearing Christmas
break and my sister, my mom, and I had just walked home from school.
He was in the living room bending over his work bag. My father said,
“Girls, I have an announcement.” We groan thinking he is joking like he
always is when he says that, but little did I realize that these were the last
few weeks I’d have in my home.
My sleep was fitful with the memories of Alexandria, Virginia, my home. I
would never smile, laugh, or cry in that little town house again. I got little
sleep, laying in my grandparents guestroom. The guestroom has two twin
beds, one for me and the other for my sister. There is a small balcony
looking out at the pool and Florida palm trees, a bathroom and a closet of
toys as well. The rising sun shone through the closed curtains, which told
a story of their own with their intricate designs and small, yet thoughtful,
details. The familiar Christmas decorations lined the banister and halls.
The joy of visiting Florida every Christmas was slowly being sucked out of
me. The Florida morning breeze and the palm trees were becoming all too
familiar to me.

We stayed with my grandparents until we could find a house, but I didn’t
want a new house, a new setting, or a new school. I wanted to go home
to my old school, to my friends, and to my normal setting. I wanted to go
back to our little townhouse with a messy basement for a playroom, the
third story bedroom my sister and I shared, and the kitchen that connect-
ed to the television room. I wanted to run along the bike path across from
our house and watch the leaves of fall fade away with the winter wind. To
sled down the hills at Lee Street Park, I wanted to bike down the Lincoln
Tunnel with my best friends and go biking through Old Town. I wanted to
do everything one last time.
My world had shattered, and all I wanted was to find the pieces.

My Grandparents

Logan Bryant, 1st
My grandparents are the best! They hang out with me. They play games
with me. They came to my brother’s birthday.They spend time with me. I
love my grandparents!
Also, we like to find acorns. We were searching for acorns one day, and I
found lots of them! They had holes in them, but some of them didn’t have
holes in them. I found out that squirrels eat them.
We also play Connect 4. I challenge my family and when I win I say ”Yip-
pee!” We also like to play soccer. I always win when we play it.
Also, we go to Sea World. We get Icees there. The Icees are so good! I also
play games there.
After all that time, my grandparents are still the best!

Peyton Schoppe, 2nd

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Pippa Hilton-Green, 3rd
I saw gray skies stumbling in.
I heard mean thunder clapping.
I knew I was safe and sound, but I was still annoyed!
All this on the first day of summer, it’s just not fair!
I mean shouldn’t kids who just got a two month break from school deserve
a sunny day?
I was mad, really mad!
In fact, when I look back on it, I felt like I wanted to SCREAM!
It was a bad moment that day.
I was stuck inside reading and watching T.V.
To you, that might sound fun.
But to me, it was HORRIBLE!



Faith Hill, 8th

I’ve

Alyssa Schoettle, 10th
I’ve seen nights
that were so clear
that the ocean
reflected the moon
just like a mirror
and
I’ve seen days
so cloudy
that the sun
couldn’t shine
and my mood
matched the weather,
a perfect sign
and
I’ve seen stars
a million in the sky
traced patterns and designs,
it was like I was looking
into an infinite
glass eye.

Julie Afshar, 12th




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