Roaring Voices Review
Tamanend's Literary Magazine
The Tiger's Eye: This Month's Highlights
Submit your drawing, photography, and writing prompts to Mr. Kline (firstname.lastname@example.org) and enter for a chance to have your drawing displayed in our next issue! We will choose a few to be debuted in our March issue of Roaring Voices Review. Write a short response, sketch a picture, or snap a photo for a chance to be featured in our online magazine.
Write a short entry (maximum: 1000 words) and answer the prompt below. A new prompt is posted every issue and we are very excited to see what stories you can come up with!
If you could relive one memory of your life again, what memory would you choose?
1. Draw yourself as a superhero
2. Draw what you think about when you hear, "Valentine's Day"
3. Draw something that symbolizes winter
Use the prompt word to trigger your imagination and take a photo of whatever you think about when you hear this word. For example, if I hear the words, "good night," i will think about taking a picture of the sunsetting and ending the day.
Roaring Voices Review is a magazine that takes a student’s creative work and presents it for all other students to see. If you adore painting, writing fiction essays, and snapping photographs, this is a chance for your ideas to be seen and enjoyed by your fellow classmates. Let your work stand out and have a voice to be heard, there’s even a chance you could become famous among your peers for your skills. We have a wide arrange of art and literature forms accepted by our magazine. They go as follows:
· Fiction – Please limit submissions to 5,000 words.
· Novel Excerpts - Novel and memoir excerpts
· Nonfiction – Essays, memoir, creative nonfiction. Please limit submissions to 5,000 words.
· New Media – Video, images, etc. You can make short movies and skits, but they must not go over 5 minutes long. These must be sent to using OneDrive, not email. Share with Mr. Kline (email@example.com).
· Cartoons*- Must be drawn on white paper (no graph paper or lined paper accepted)
· Drawings*- Can be done with pencil, pen, colored pencil
· Paintings*- We are fine with media such as acrylic, oil, watercolor, washable, etc. Any type of paint is acceptable.
· Mixed Media Art*- Get creative! You can make collages, use melted crayons
· Three-Dimensional Models**
· School assignments* — Entries are accepted as long as significant creative effort was put into them.
*All art must be photographed in order to be featured in the magazine. If possible, bring your art to Room
Why are still reading this? You should be sketching or writing already! The Roaring Voices Review Magazine is great opportunity for YOU to show your creativity and artistic talent and impress your classmates. Don’t wait… send in a story, photograph, or drawing to be featured on our website.
Ode to the Marching Band: A Shakespearean Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a march in’ band?
Thou art less bus’y and more of a mate.
Rough notes do shake the people in the stands,
And football games hath all too short a date.
Sometime the eye of heav’n fiercely shines,
And oft they are burned down to a crisp;
You cannot hear, though their complains nor whines
Even though all their sweat is turned to wisp
And every game they walk and a toodle
By force, they rule the music of the place
But why dost they look like some slim nood’le
Those who hold the bigg’est and a drum bass,
So long as they’ll march for our sch’ool,
All will see that they can be pretty cool
Ethereal Darkness by Nicholas S.
Oh, woe! How the Darkness consumes!
It takes no shape, holds no form
But remains as an ethereal mass of writhing incomprehensibility
Diving into a mass of candles
Taking no heed as to whether it might be harmed by the heat
It is too cold, too wan
The candles themselves flicker in terror of it
It snuffs them out, one by one
Or maybe many at a time
It is arbitrary
The very definition of the Unknown
But I don't believe It comes without help
The candles themselves cast their own shadows
Because no matter how dim, no matter how effulgent
The Darkness sticks to the light, stalking Its prey
And no matter how dim, no matter how effulgent
The candle is snuffed out
Maybe it is the candle's very existence that culls the darkness
Light and Shadow are truly two of a kind
Maybe the candles should rejoice when It reveals Itself
For their paranoia may dissipate
They need not worry, watch, and avert It anymore
Their rest can be had
Their candles can finally be put out
Does the Darkness mean to bring woe or rejoicing?
Should the candles flicker in fear at the Darkness or should they shine merrily?
That is not for them to know
They are but specks of brightness
In a sea of the Dark
Oh, woe! How the light is waning!
The Big Apple by Ksenia S.
The caving walls of the subway staircase led into a new world
Jumbled noises formed a raucous grumble
I heard the screeching of city buses and the outbursts of street vendors
The clash of footsteps banging on the pavement
I could sense the wind swirling crinkled newspapers
And feel the breeze brushing up against the trees
Muffled conversations flew by me in frag-
The new sounds grappled at my ears
Engulfing me in their foreign language
The world was bordered by miles of towering buildings
Lively billboards and constant movement
Larger than life and
Devoid of silence
Action was in every breathe of this city
Clinging on to my mom’s hand
Details blurred as we strode away from the subway
I felt so small and distinct
A tiny piece of the puzzle
A single thread weaving through this unbound and quilted universe
Alleyways and blaring traffic lights
contrasted the dark and light
All of the details folded into a massive aura
Scents of warming hot foods, decaying trash, and morning dew
Wafted in all directions and formed strange musky atmosphere
The sun curved over the buildings
Igniting the flame of the day
I squiggled along the sidewalk
Like a worm inside the momentous action of
The big apple
Artist of the Month
Breaking Home Ties
I once did a cover showing a father seeing his son off to college. That year my three boys had gone away and I'd had an empty feeling - it took me a while to adjust without them. This sorrow was what I wanted to get across in the picture. But there was humor in it too. I put a funny kind of suit on the boy because he was a ranch boy leaving home for the first time. The boy was carrying a lunch box all done up in pink ribbon. I drew a collie dog with his head on the boy's lap. I got most of my fan letters about the dog. You see the father couldn't show how he felt about the boy's leaving. The dog did.
- Norman Rockwell, 1960
Girl at Mirror
"We are witnessing a quiet and intimate moment – the girl, with a magazine opened to a page revealing movie star Jane Russell, sits in this dark room before a mirror, contemplating her own appearance. Some lipstick and a hairbrush scattered at her bare feet, and a doll off to the side, it is immediately apparent that this girl is on the verge of leaving behind her childhood toys and her innocent unawareness of her appearance, and entering into the stage of her life where Hollywood and advertisers’ ideas of beauty are suddenly powerful forces in her understanding of her identity."
The painting depicts a woman and a young boy saying grace in a crowded restaurant, as they are observed by other people at their table. Rockwell's inspiration for Saying Grace came from a Saturday Evening Post reader who saw a family praying in a restaurant. Rockwell used his son, Jarvis, as one of the models for the painting. In his preparations for Saying Grace Rockwell "Rockwell visited automats and diners in New York and Philadelphia to get the scene just right. His imagery was so vivid people would say they recognized the diner even though it didn't exist.
Breaking Home Ties
- Norman Rockwell, 1960
Girl at Mirror
Quotes from his Memoir, My Adventures as an Illustrator
"The summers I spent in the country as a child became part of this idealized view of life. Those summers seemed blissful, sort of a happy dream."
"I sometimes think we paint to fulfill ourselves and our lives, to supply the things we want and don’t have.…"
Photography and Art
Sketches by Ksenia S.
My Favorite Place
I Love to sit in Starbucks and spend hours drawing there. I do this every weekend, sipping peach tea and listening to pop music.
I imagine that she is dreaming of simpler times and moments without toil or worry. She is imagining her childhood, something long lost.
She is taking a second to breath and relax, to reflect and think about how grateful she is for her life.
My Favorite Place
Grand Canyon National Park, Nevada
Death Valley National Park, Nevada
A Little Hill called Ant Mountain by Sienna S.
Insects skidding across the hill
Atoms circling the encapsulated rooms
A plethora of ants scurrying just to see the outside thrills
Beetles surround the graceful construction
Queen ants, wee ant peasants, all crawl with food
From worms, to ants, to all bugs
Some people say they're crude
All insects border each other's hug
As they crawl to the bottom or the top
Something death-worthy, so they all stop
That's when a foot drops
Defeated by the enemy
For just an animal like you and me
Just look ahead and you'll see the destruction
This is TAMANEND
Water Fountain in Seventh Grade Hallway
Courtyard View from Library Hallway
Song Remix (feat. My cats, Anubis and Osiris) by Ksenia S.
This is a music video i have created using footage of my two cats, Osiris and Anubis.
Please feel free to express yourself with creative videos. You can send them to be featured in Roaring Voices Review by sharing it on OneDrive with Mr. Kline (firstname.lastname@example.org).Songs included:
"NO" by Meghan Trainor
"The Time" by the Black Eyed Peas
"I Just Wanna Run" by Downtown Fiction