SUBMERGED IN s L e e p The Walrus 2019 Vol. 53 Saint Mary's Hall San Antonio, TX The Walrus 2019 Vol. 53 Saint Mary’s Hall San Antonio, TX SUBMERGED IN SLEEP “Even a soul submerged in sleep is hard at work and helps make something of the world.” - heraclitus Sophia Ursone (10) | In the Land of Dreams | Silver Gelatin Print “Even a soul submerged in sleep is hard at work and helps make something of the world.” - heraclitus Margaret Koehler (10) LINEY (10) (10) LINEY c MARY M MARY Corina Zarate (11) (11) Zarate Corina Emma Matthews (11) EVELYN COX (10) a note from the editors Sleep has long been criticized as a refuge for the lazy, a pastime of teenagers, a hideaway from real life. Society celebrates sleeplessness as a sign of success, lifting up those that stay up to work while forgetting the abundance of ideas that emerge from hours of rest. Jennings Stuart (10) Dreamers are a special sort of people, able to pluck tiny ideas and fragments of color and writing from both their daily lives and their slumber, finding inspiration in times where others see only darkness, creating something out of nothing. This year’s magazine is a celebration of all of those souls submerged in sleep, using the late hours of the night just as effectively as the brightest days, and a testament to the creative qualities of dreams. -Nicole McCormick and Sarah Allen, Senior Editors 2 | SUBMERGED IN SLEEP The Walrus | 3 Sophia Ursone Silver Gelatin Print In the Land of Dreams Cover, 1 Polly Powers Lyrics & Music Marco Polo 29 Corina Zarate Silver Gelatin Print Motel 6 2 Kate Ayers Digital Photo Portrait No. 5 29 Emma Matthews Digital Photo A Wrinkle in Time 2 Madeleine Henderson Poem Abstract 30 T Jennings Stuart Digital Photo Trapped 2 Mollie Kelleher Oil Portrait of Sofia 31 Margaret Koehler Digital Photo Fun in the Store! 3 Sloane Basse Digital Photo Candy Girl 32 Mary McLiney Digital Photo Chest Bump 3 Reeth Magoo Poem Candy Crush 33 Evelyn Cox Silver Gelatin Print Luster 3 Anne Rubsamen Prose Poem June 11th 34-35 A Natalie Straight Acrylic Lost 4 Caroline Medellin Digital Photo Hanzo 34 Sydney Ulmer Acrylic Urban Landscape 4 Luis Medina & Cristi Madero Poem Que Mejor Vida 36 Sophia Markey Poem Cotton Candy Skies 6 Lucas Williamson Digital Photo Montage Dual Benches 36 Michaela McTee Digital Photo A Child’s Dream 6-7 Laura Roldan & Claudia Rodriguez Poem What a Better Life 37 B Sofia Gutierrez Gouache Portrait of Mollie 37 Nicole McCormick Personal Narrative Wasps 8-9 Izzy Castillo Digital Photo Requiem on Water 8 Nicole McCormick Flash Fiction Battleground 38 Michaela McTee Digital Photo Butterfly Effect 10 Mia Sabom Digital Photo Church Panorama 38 L Madeleine Henderson Poem Gate A5 11 Izzy Bynum Poem Indifference 39 Izzy Bynum Poem Land of Bleached Bones 12 Sophie Morgan Silver Gelatin Print Inventions of Nobody 39 Bella Wulfe Metal Charlotte’s Web 12 Berzhia Mizani Silver Gelatin Print Anaar 39 Kobe Vo Poem Meditating on the Lyrical 13 Alana Mitchell Digital Photo Barbed Wire 39 E Remembrance of Malik Izaak Taylor Sophie Morgan Silver Gelatin Print Inventions of Nobody 2 39 Sydney Ulmer Acrylic Hygge 13 Sophia Markey Poem Implosive 40-41 Lily Miggins Personal Narrative Letter to My Brother 14-15 Maddie Carter Charcoal Untitled 5 40 Sophia Ursone Digital Photo Bubble of Lights 15 Reeth Magoo Poem Dear Dr. 42-43 Arianna Muñoz Personal Narrative The Devil is a Cheeseburger 16-17 Izzy Castillo Digital Photo Purple Haze 42-43 Emma Gunnin Ceramic Macarons 16 Sarah Allen Personal Narrative Step in Time 44-45 Hunter Hoelscher Ceramic Droopy Ice Cream 16 Arianna Muñoz Video Series El Bailarín Project 45 Victoria Newman-Menendez Poem The Soapbox Daughter 18 Lucia Canseco Mixed Media Paper Sunset 46 O Rachel Miller Personal Narrative Lessons 47 Sophia Markey Prose Poem Symptoms of Growing Up 18 Evelyn Cox Acrylic Diana 19 Bella Muñoz Personal Narrative Playground 48-49 Shilpa Gunuganti Essay Defiance: Patriotic or Deplorable? 20-23 Sophia Markey Ink Wash The Wind Could Pick Us Up 48 F Sloane Basse Silver Gelatin Print America 20 Sophie Jaafar Digital Photo Shoes & Spirals 49 Bella Wulfe Pen & Ink Blind Portrait 21 Michaela McTee Poem Bloom 50-51 Zach Powell Scratchboard The Fighter 22 Jennings Stuart Digital Photo Rose Blur 50 Claire Ramos Poem My America 23 Corina Zarate Digital Photo Mother of Pearls 52 Victoria Newman-Menendez Poem Intervention 24-25 Anne Rubsamen Personal Narrative Adonai Eloheinu 53 Amelia Henson Digital Photo A Quick Turn 25 Lexi Dalrymple Digital Photo Frozen Horizon 54 JD Walls Personal Narrative Throwing Caution to the Wind 26-27 Tate Taylor Poem A Day With an Angel 55 Sofia Gutierrez Mixed Media Pursuit in a Valley 27 Alex Vaughn Acrylic Pink Villa 56 C Emily Reinholt Poem Dandelion 28 Alex Vaughn Acrylic Rothschild 56 O Submission Policy: The Walrus welcomes submissions from any member of the Upper School student body from August through Febru- N ary. Teachers are also encouraged to submit work for their students. All work is judged anonymously, so we ask that all submissions arrive without a name on the piece and with the required submission form. Submission forms may be obtained T Acrylic | from Mrs. Amy Williams-Eddy or a literary magazine staff member through email. Digital submissions are preferred and sent to [email protected] along with a submission form. All digital photographs and artwork must be 300 dpi and large enough for printing. During the third quarter, The Walrus se- E Acrylic | lection committee works during lunch dutifully selecting the works that we go into the magazine. During the fourth quarter, Lost the editorial and layout team works to copy edit and create the magazine during Creative Writing Class. N Landscape Urban Editorial Policy: T The Walrus editorial staff reserves the right to edit minor er- rors such as grammatical and spelling problems, while other submissions may be returned to the author for other requested S corrections. Natalie Straight (11) | (11) Straight Natalie Sydney Ulmer (11) | Ulmer (11) Sydney 4 | SUBMERGED IN SLEEP The Walrus | 5 Cotton Candy Skies Sophia Markey (12) | Poem | Digital Photo | Digital my grandmother used to tell me when I woke up I tried to stand it was my fault when it rained but got dizzy she said raindrops are god’s tears my mother caught me wait she said hoola hoops it takes time of cigarette smoke A Child’s Dream Child’s A weave in and out tell me how much time it takes to trust and around her face I’ve forgotten how to say a circus I love you a slow suicide and mean it tell me how much force it takes to break a person I think the wind could pick us up no one ever told me how malleable we are carry us places | (12) McTee Michaela if it really wanted to clay figurines we dance it’s so strong do you know why we are afraid of being afraid can you hear me? I wasn’t scared until right before anesthesia I cried 6 | submerged in sleep The Walrus | 7 our cabins, and many campers sit among the stacks simply to like we didn’t see and tried not to look directly at her as she absorb the cool air without a glance towards the worn covers bowed her head to hide the water pooling in her shining black we love so much. We set a time limit—fifteen minutes, tops. eyes. The limit doesn’t apply to the librarians. We sit inside for They took all of our scissors away, too. I remember being hours, talking and laughing until the sun is setting and we are upset by that—why should all of us be punished for the actions forced out of our sanctuary. of one girl? Plenty of windows line the space, making it seem much larger than it is. We measured it, once, out of curiosity, but we The sun hangs low in the sky, barely kissing the horizon had no true mark of reference. No one had a tape measure as the blue sky deepens. The doors are locked after dark, a on hand, rulers just as obsolete as clocks in this isolated space. more common occurrence now than before. We sit with our Scottie laid on the floor, feet against one wall, and Whiteford lanky legs crossed over one another’s, hands intertwined as laid behind her so that their heads were touching and her own we share the stories of our years at home. feet just barely grazed the other wall. We stand at the threshold of adolescence, still gazing It took a few tries, but we were certain of the relative size of around us with childlike curiosity, eager to rip into what our our tiny refuge. It seemed like a very important fact at the time, parents won’t teach us. Most of us hover at thirteen, fourteen. when we first ran our hands across the bent spines and splin- Too young to be adults and too old to be kids. tering wood, passing the keys around with quiet reverence. “The library is a responsibility,” they told us, and we nodded A new wasp nest appears towards the end of the term, wel- our heads with wide eyes, all tangled hair and chapped lips coming with it a new set of swarming insects outside the right and crooked teeth. window, buzzing and humming at us when we press our faces When they left us to our own devices, we looked at respon- too close to the glass.