Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Happy New Year !!!


December 2009



To a very special group of students...............

Give a man a fish and

you feed him for a day.

Teach a man to fish and

you feed him for a lifetime.

Lao Tzu


May you never forget.....



Thursday, December 10, 2009

REFLECTIONS POETRY CONTEST 2009

A special thank you to all the participants and the faculty who encouraged their students to submit entries to this year's Reflections Magazine Poetry Contest.























Congratulations to
the winners of the
2009 Reflections Magazine Poetry Contest!!!
Stevre Losse, Odel Gonzalez and Darius Orjuna



































I also extend a special thank you to Lauren Ellis at Pearson Publishing for sponsoring and supporting this event for a second year.















































In the next few weeks Reflections will showcase the winning entries and post additional photos, so please check back again soon.


Bert Lorenzo, Yasmin Moses and I thank all of you who contribute regularly to this magazine and have made this journey with us such a memorable and pleasurable one.
Marlene Cueto

Friday, December 4, 2009

Deranged Brilliance by Maria Balcelo



Any Hugh Laurie fans?

Maria created this piece during a night when she says she "was so inspired by his craziness in his show House."

To create this piece, she used pencils /2H 3B 8B and some charcoal.

In addition to her regular submissions to Reflections Magazine, Maria has also begun showcasing her art work on other sites such as DeviantArt.com.




Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Rite of Life by Dr. George M. Gabb


Life is so precious we are forced to decide

Who under star studded skies should live or die

Neither gods nor men can free us of this burden


From the lushness of Eden to concrete streets

History, in blood is written

Of wars and conquests

Of knowledge and achievements

Of right or wrong

Of love

Of gods incomplete


Who should decide whether or not my brother eats?

Whose shelter shall be given unto him, or me, or you?

For on this ship blue there are numbered seats


Our plight like the sun shall forever rise

Until permanent slumber replaces our eyes

Then, only then shall the incessant flow of souls escheat

Swelling, cresting, bursting into Hades replete


Life is so precious we are forced to decide

Who under star studded skies should live or die