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School of Jazz First Combos

By: Nancy Ibarra Medrano

The variation in performance and the expounded exposure left me convinced of the potential in the instrumentalists in this genre. There was growth in each combos presentation. Growth that I could see at both the individual and collective level.

A combo named after a combo.
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Daydreaming

Written By: Quintionna Parks

My poem is not quite a poem, it is more like a vision of my daydream.

My engine awakens. It’s just before dawn. The streets are still asleep. I’m a small SUV gliding down the road. Now, just hours later , the summer air holds a slight breeze. The year is 1993. I’m wearing bright blue pajama shorts with an all white tank top.I would stay in my pjs all day if I could. I stand in the kitchen, my favorite spot in the house. I look out the small window onto the yard of gorgeous flowers. Even though it’s summer I imagine myself in the Artic Ocean. Secluded. Cold. The thought makes me bundle up in my bed. I sit and imagine the day all over again.


Shape Shifter

A short poem about all the things I might become- 1/28/19

Tesla Model X

If I could be all I wanted to be let’s sit and think of possibilities.

I might to choose to be wealthy or choose to be free.

Subjective definitions might change for me.

If I was a car I’d be a Tesla cruising down the street, Matte black dark tint to make it hard to see.

Golden hour time of day, warm & bright.

Perfect for a picture or a stroll at night.

Weather like a hot day with a cool nice breeze.

Iconic like early 2000s history.

A big theatre room showing a movie.

Cozy like a hoodie, I’m laid back and chill.

Open like the ocean, I might tell my life at will.

-Alysia Glover

Peace and Happiness

Poem
Leah Siegel

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Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see myself and my furry friend driving an SUV, windows down and music blaring, no care in the world.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see it is 11 in the morning, the sun is shining.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see a bedroom filled with natural light and Ramona the cat is at the foot of the bed curled up sleeping while I am watching Grey’s.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see a sunny day, clear skies and birds flying high.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see it is the early 2000s, when life was easy for little ol me.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see soft, stretchy leggings waiting to be worn.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see the ocean waves crashing and dolphins playing.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

I see peace and happiness.

Hey There Cali, What’s it Like Without Me?

By: Stephany Valdez

Source: http://www.ocinroommagazine.com/the-ultimate-pacific-coast-highway-road-trip/

There she waits in her empty room

Waiting for adventure

She hopes for the day she could go back to the place where she was free

Without all the responsibilities pushing down on her shoulders

All she can imagine is driving her Jeep Patriot on a sunny day

Blasting music from the 2000s

down the Pacific Coast Highway

Heading to Newport Beach

To feel the fresh breeze blow on her hair

While she feels the cool wet sand against her feet

Searching

Poem “About Me”

By Lesly Marroquin

[Image provided by Unsplash]

In the dusty room she sits, looking through abandoned books

A dog peacefully sits at her feet, dreaming of chasing something in a magical world

Children outside are shouting in delight, riding around together on a red bicycle

She continues to flip through the stories, looking for something

Dust dances on the beams of the setting sun and a gentle cool breeze sneaks in through the window

The cheers die down in the distance, they are probably heading to the creek one last time

The sky is painted in an orange pink glow, a reward after a long summer’s day

She stops to smile at a book, the cover filled with her childhood fantasies

As she steps out of the room, she forgets a single ring tucked on top of a stack of books

The golden glow soon fade in dark and the day is done