I’ve heard that Death is soft so that when we hold it, it does not callous our hands. But when I play the guitar you gave me, I press the strings too hard and leave valleys running across my fingertips. The chords aren’t kind. The rhythms aren’t pitying. Death isn’t soft.
“Soft Glowing Lamp” by Sophia Sontag ’27
Article by Phoenix writer Kailyn Kelly ’26: During the week of March 2, Kellenberg Memorial celebrated Language Week, a worldwide initiative recognizing and promoting the importance of languages and cultural diversity. Language week consists of parades, cultural performances, and international potlucks held across the globe. Kellenberg celebrates language week by dedicating each day of the…
Article by Phoenix writer Victoria Vakser ’26: For two months now, the Entrepreneurship Club has been in the process of growing its own garden right in room 203. Where did they place the plots with all the soil? They didn’t need any! The plants, which include basil, arugula, kale, rainbow chard, and bibb lettuce, are…
Article by Phoenix writer Keira Quigley ’26: This year, the National Honor Society seniors went through the Red Blanket Project, an organization that builds water tanks in Kenya, for their service mission. NHS set a goal to raise enough money to build 2 tanks and fill them with water. Thousands of dollars from hundreds of…
Article by Phoenix writer Griffin Strauss ’25: The Kellenberg Wrestling team made Firebird history from February 28 to March 1, having two wrestlers place top six in the New York State Federation Championship for the first time in program history. Seniors “Juggernaut” Jonathan Hoffman and Elijah “Conquering” Carrington traveled to Albany to compete against the…
Article by Phoenix writer Grace Andino ’25: Over the February Break, Kellenberg’s Varsity Dance Team traveled down to Orlando, Florida on Wednesday, February 12 to compete in the NDA (National Dance Alliance) High School National Competition from February 13 to February 17. The team made it to finals in all of their dances, and finished…
Article by Phoenix writer Mary O’Brien ’27: It’s 2:52 PM, and the final bell has just rung, signifying the end of another school day. Students are at their lockers, putting their blazers and ties away, many of them getting ready to go home, go to practice, or another after school activity. A few go straight…
“Memory of a Boat Trip” by Lauren Reyes, ’26
Good sir! When I behold thee proud and tall, Full of thyself, commanding, seeking praise, Withholding all advance, all kindly phrase, Thy sullen mouth turn’d downward, and withal An unforgiving man! Still then I fall And yearn, and seek, and melt at thy caresses, Still then I lift my face at thine addresses, Believe…
