The Renaissance: Be Not Afraid

Anime-style “Green Warrior” artwork by Luka Pierre-Louis, ’22 By Olivia Rasweiler, ’22: Be not afraid, For God is with you. Believe it or not, His words are always true. When in doubt and despair, God will show the way. If you’re lost or scared, Just take a breath and pray. Everything happens for a reason,…

The Renaissance: A Walk

Artwork by Caitlin Doherty, ’21 Caitlin Doherty’s digital rendering of a student on a walk in the halls of Kellenberg was done on her iPad with the ProCreate App and her Apple Pencil. By Marc Scocca, ’21 Today is a special day. A chance for a deviation from monotony Today is a special day. largely…

The Renaissance: Dear Wewa

By Isabella Fernandez, ’23: Isabella Fernandez pens a heartfelt letter to her grandmother reminiscing on the special moments they shared together. Dear Wewa, I love you so much, I can’t believe you’re gone. I miss you like crazy and wish you were here with me. I will always remember when we would sleepover and I…

The Renaissance: Emma at Sea of Galilee

Acrylic paint on canvas board, by Gianna Chiariello, ’21 Renaissance Arts and Literature, presented by Phoenix Online In an effort to reach as many of our Kellenberg Families as possible, Phoenix Online is now proud to post weekly poems, prose, art, and photography from our student contributors for Renaissance, Kellenberg’s Arts and Literature magazine. The…

The Renaissance: Satellite

By Faith Schwartz, ’21: Two abandoned buildings of the State are captured from behind the camera lens. Renaissance Arts and Literature, presented by Phoenix Online In an effort to reach as many of our Kellenberg Families as possible, Phoenix Online is now proud to post weekly poems, prose, art, and photography from our student contributors…

The Renaissance: 3:56

By Edward Jansen, ’21: The nights are hardest In a lonely leather chair Gripping Firmly on the armrest Daring not to blink (Just do it, don’t think!) Worrisome Quite slowly She opens up the door Softly Lingering on the handle Steps into the corridor We do not speak the other’s language Melting slowly in the…