Fans of Mel Brooks and Gene Wilder and especially their cinematic collaboration, the story and screenplay for the movie, “Young Frankenstein,” which Brooks directed, will especially enjoy the DeSales University Theatre Department Act 1 production of the stage musical adaptation, which continues through May 7, Main Stage, Labuda Center for The Performing Arts, Center Valley.
The production is top-notch quality, a hallmark of DeSales’ stage shows, especially musicals directed by Dennis...
We grew into angels on this asphalt
Childhood daring turned blood
to reluctant caution
to blood once again
As plates converged and skin stretched
Our heads grew higher in pursuit of the stars
we gazed at while fighting sleep in the grass
We did not let go of one another
Our hands were hungry for something to hold on to
yet we leaped fences
ran, chasing chickadees
as one body...
Saturday morning wasn’t the same without you,
I still woke up early and watched our cartoons,
but you weren’t there to make us breakfast.
A year passed and I didn’t hear from you, I only saw
you one week in the summer, after that you never
Another year, then another and finally your graduation,
You were home
Although, it’s like you were a new person, a stranger
In my brother’s shoes, I feel like I lost you
My family is awesome
And I want a possum.
I do have four sisters
with high heels and blisters.
I also have two brothers
and of course they
don’t act like fathers
I am the 7th kid,
and being the littlest
is the best that I did
I also have a dad
that’s always glad
I do have a mom that’s
Age 8, Grade 3
Parkway Manor Elementary School
Walking on the hot sand
Tingling my feet
Trot towards the ocean
I can’t wait to splash
Play in the water
While seashells massage my feet
I step in wet sand
Below the ocean waves
Soft, brown sand
Holding up the shells
Pick one up
Oh, how I love the beach!
Age 10, Grade 5
Siegfried Elementary School
is really just every iPhone holder’s personal slave.
Siri do this
Siri do that
What would we do without Siri?
We would have to go through our own contacts list
dial a phone number.
We would have to type our own messages
and search on Safari ourselves.
What would we do without Siri?
Would we not be able to survive?
That’s not true.
What did people do before Siri?
Wind whips around you as your wings push down,
Up and down air surrounds your wings and their rhythmic song
Enchanting song and eclectic melodies are these effortless flights.
The sky seems a friend in your monody, your effortless elegy.
I wish I could show you how beautiful your monstrous, garish wings make a picture,
Even shadow-filled as they are.
Garish and gargantuan though they are, they gleam in the night
Never detracting from your...
Beware of the vulture,
My parents would say,
The black bird brings death,
You’d best stay away
But how did the vultures,
Receive their ill fame?
They refuse to kill,
Or prey on live game.
We all hate the vultures,
Because they look vile,
With frightful feathers,
And devious smiles,
But why hate something,
For how it appears?
If people were vultures,
Would you point and sneer?