The Writer's Block
CLEVLAND HIGH SCHOOL'S LITERARY & ARTS MAGAZINE
Submissions for the Fall 2023 Online Edition have been EXTENDED to
October 27th.
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The Writer's Block is a student-led, student-created magazine at Cleveland High School. We have released new, glossy, full-color editions of the magazine annually since 2013. Each one features poetry, short stories, odes, photography, and digital art created by the talented and diverse Cleveland student body. Art and writing contributions come from all over our campus, including work from students of different backgrounds and academic programs, such as students classified as English Learners and those receiving special education services. We publish this magazine to show students that their voices matter, a mission we care deeply about.
We work hard to make The Writer's Block accessible to all. As a result, we sell our magazines for just over half of what it costs to print them. The rest of the money comes from the generous donations of Cleveland parents, teachers, and alumni, as we do not receive any funds from the school nor the district.
The Writer's Block is also the name of our club. It is associated with, although not the same as our magazine. Every Thursday at lunch, Cleveland students gather in F8 and write to a specific prompt. Then, they have the opportunity to share what they have written in an open and supportive space. Many of them submit what they write during the meetings to our magazine.
Recently, we used our brilliant 2023 Spring edition cover as a prompt. The cover, the painting that inspired the cover, and our favorite prompt responses are pasted below.
Young Frida by Lauren Kim
"Remaster, rework
Remember, rebirth.
I wish I could build myself a conscience out of morality and wet clay, one who remains untainted by my crazy. If only I could fix all the broken bits of myself, fill the cracks that riddle my parts farthest stretched...
To reconfigure my features into someone nicer, softer, sweeter, kinder, would please my creator but my sharp features slice smoother than the thread that plucked me from the mass of clay on the countertop.
I remember each element of my creation, how much thought you started with...
I wonder where it went, when you lost interest in making me a masterpiece.
I wish I could remember the day you gave up on what was once your finest creation.
Now it's time to squish me back into my mother-lump of warm adobe
not too far away...
I can't resist the temptation of comfort in
rebirth, it's calling my name." -Eleanor P. Hitchcock
Self-Portrait as a Tehuana by Frida Kahlo
"A stern-set face framed by an unbearably immaculate doily mane,
a perfect model for your game
Tomorrow, you will that doilies are filthy and I am no model,
but who am I to say what is beautiful if beautiful changes every day
Alas, I dissapoint you, but, after all, I am no model." -Anonymous
Bloom
By Skye Sexton
The man on her forehead has long since passed. Even with time flowing so slow it seemed to deep backward, her flowers never wilt, her frown never ceases. Her spring will never end, no matter how much heat she attempts to generate with layers of pearl white clothing. There’s always a pleasant breeze coming through to ruffle the clasp of her tightly-bound hood, to lift the emerald leaves and show any passerby the deep gnarled roots bearing into her scalp, sometimes drawing up blood. Many choose only to ever see the plethora of beautiful flowers, to remark about how much they miss him, as if she wasn’t aware. The man on her forehead planted a seed in her mind, but everyday she wished his memory could be weeded out.