— meet the editors — meet the editors
I think everyone should watch Monday Night Football, for the world would be a much happier place. Footballtown, USA. Can’t you just see it? In reality, I am Buttercup the Powerpuff Girl (shhh!), made from the chemical X. “They” have yet to decide whether I am an overall beneficial thing for society. Perhaps you’ve seen me—I cha-cha, I sashay, I got jiggy with it before there was an it! With sugar and spice (and of course all things nice), I’m quite capable of getting a tad bit spicy if I don’t get what I want on my birthday. And you all know what I want, because all I ever asked for was co-domination (along with my Prince of Procrastination) over a small private island off the coast of Australia… and maybe a few helper monkeys… I’m a Life Is Beautiful kind of girl with an intense passion for all the lovely music that never stops playing in my head. When I randomly burst into some little song and dance routine, perhaps now you’ll understand why. Always remember that my evil twin possesses exactly half of my brain. Feel free to chuckle silently to yourself or to laugh aloud (you schizo!) at all of Footballtown, because (can’t you just smell the bad cliché coming?) the time you spend wasting is certainly not wasted time. Because it passes far too fast, I raise my head and nod my glass (umm, what?) to those like myself who dream in color. Tell me, are you a badfish too?
These things in which I will soon say are as much part of me as this city, moreover, it is the winds push against the water, the wake flows in reciprocal tides, my thoughts only a ripple of Cincinnati’s. Nonetheless, we are all quick to move the tongue before the mind finalizes a thought; those accusations reside in defense and defense in accusations. In the words of the Origins of All Things, God, “Whoever has ears ought to hear.” Cincinnati has closed their eyes and opened their mouths, while just the opposite may bring understanding and respect. I challenge us not to be color-blind, but to become enlightened of our many cultures and heritage, may minds bring many changes. My thought, my feelings, my bio—our city. “United we stand, divided we fall.”
My name is Lauren and I’m a junior at Turpin this year. Life gets crazy there just like every other place. Being involved with the Seven Hills Review is a great way to escape. You don’t have to know what you’re doing or be the best poet, you just have to want to be involved. That’s why poetry and literature are such an influential part of my life. I don’t always have to make time for either, but whenever I need they’re there. Besides poetry and reading I partake in a few other activities. I play basketball and softball for neighborhood type leagues and I love shopping. (Don’t be surprised if you see a poem from me that has to do with shopping, I haven’t done it yet, but hey it could happen!) Simply put, I just like being me and hanging out with my friends. Words to live by:
“Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not one bit simpler.” —Albert Einstein
I am Juliette, junior princess of the French club, worker bee of the musical. Beechwood High School is my realm, though I check my watch hourly to see if I have graduated yet. I play the clarinet on Friday’s at the football and basketball games. This is a sad life for a clarinet to live. I have no excuse for myself except that band girls simply have more fun, so my brain functions with B flats instead of with reason of any sort. I tend to love my friends, even if they play brass. The West Wing (the show, not the real one cowboys!) I’ve got a challenge for the world—write what tingles in your bones. Poetry is in your marrow, too. Souvenez que savoir c’est pouvoir! (Remember that to know is power for those who speak American…)
Oh swell, it’s time to write the bio… Well, I suppose I’ll start with the basics: My name is Lyndsey and I’m a junior and McNicholas High School where I’m involved in band (yes, I’m a band dork) and the dance team. Not a whole lot has changed from last year. I still can’t drive and seeing as one’s birthday doesn’t change, my star sign remains a Libra. I’m becoming rather good at this whole procrastinating deal (assuming there’s skill involved in it…) although this time I have a semi-legitimate excuse as to why I’m turning this in late. I overuse a few select phrases such as “whatever works” and “dude, that’s crazy talk”. But that’s okay. Anyway, moving right along…
Hi, my name is Julie and I’m a sophomore at Ursuline Academy. In a world where large means small, grade means medium, and tall means large, I seek that perfect balance between cinnamon crunch bagels and smoothies. I love lacrosse, field hockey, crazy concerts and being creative with the right side of the brain. The best advice in life is to smile. After all, it won’t kill you, and it makes other people feel happy too! Dislikes include drinking orange juice in the morning, eating lima beans or mushrooms (does anyone really?) or people who snub you or are just annoying in general. So, to leave you off with some words to the wise and the not so wise…
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” —Oscar Wilde
“I’ve had a wonderful time, but this wasn’t it.” —Groucho Marx
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when adults are afraid of the light.” —Plato
“Are you twins?” says an ignorant bystander as my brother and I saunter down the street.
“Nope we just look alike,” I say as I laugh at their stupidity.—Malcom T.
The thespian is in! This is my first issue for the Seven Hills Review. Reading poems, eating pizza and drinking Vanilla Coke—could life get any better? Majorly influenced by late night comedy, sleep is unimportant to me. Conan and Leno are what keeps me conscious as I do my work. Bic runs through my veins. Skin is my canvas. I am a complete writing factory.
