The Renaissance, Art: “Memory of a Boat Trip” by Lauren Reyes ’26
“Memory of a Boat Trip” by Lauren Reyes, ’26
“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…
“Overgrown” by Rosann Passalacqua An impressionist painting of the memory of my grandparents’ backyard garden.
“A Glimpse of 2013” by Danielle Kercy Winner of The Renaissance Challenge: “Memory” The specific scent of sanitizer stings my nose, and I am only five years old. My hair’s adorned with a number of baby blue barrettes and boul gogo. Hidden from the unforgiving cold, is a sheltered seedling. High pitched chirping, plastic crinkling, …
“Childhood Christmas” by Ciara Bice ’25 Waking up on December 1 to find the Elf on the Shelf and open the Advent Calendar there is a sense of joy that fills the soul. Decorating the tree, putting up the Nativity and setting up the Advent Wreath. Taking the train into Manhattan to see the tree…
Article by Phoenix writer Griffin Strauss ’25: Photo credit: Mary O’Brien The Renaissance gathered together to view the 2015 documentary “I Come From,” a film displaying the Voices Inside prison program in Kentucky. In room 238, the Renaissance gathered with movie snacks and watched the documentary on Friday afternoon, the regular meeting date for the…
A dusk was come; the earth a sullen quiet Had raised to protest Night’s impending gloom, And pulled the tired land to noiseless riot, Forestalling to the most the coming doom. And animals, whose shadows claimed the night, And glimpsèd were before they turned to naught, Shrank from the chilling silence, and in fright, Cried…
The freedom we chase Kids’re so quick to grow up, they dream of being “free” They race through long grass barefoot, past playgrounds and climbing trees They never stop to breathe, or take in any scenes Twenty summers pass and suddenly they see The freedom that they longed for was never truly free Now they…
Sometimes Time seems but a sad joke Millions of tiny pictures Bright, flashy, Cheap. All crowded Into a frame which reads, Your Life. But if you push aside That frame, You’ll see a curtain From afar It looks so thick You could never see through. But if you come up close You’ll see It’s really…
“Energy Doll” Illustration by Brandi Licato ’24