Cierra Brooks

Trees and People

I stand tall
While you lean against me

You stand tall
While my legs have failed me

I stand tall
As you should too

You stand tall
As I wish too

I stand tall
But I cannot move

You stand tall
Under the vast blue

I’d offer all I have

Just to save you


Cierra Brooks, while primarily focusing on being a student at California State University San Marcos, has always dreamed of becoming a successful author. No matter where her life has taken her, she has always found time to take pen to paper and express herself creatively. With two poems previously published through Granite Hills 2018 Reflections, she adds another poem to this journal and places a new stepping stone that leads to her ideal future.

Guadalupe Romero

My Roots

They left behind their 
home Leaving their way of 
life
In pursue of a new
life New opportunities 

             Starting a journey into the 
unknown How would they thrive in this 
new land?
No hablo inglés.
             Doors slammed in their face 
             Obstacles at every turn they make
No nos alcanza el dinero
             They can only afford beans
             They can only afford hand-me-downs
Temenos hijos
             Their children come first
             They can survive with the clothes on their 
              backs, but their baby needs new clothes
Ve a la escuela y estudia
             They push their children to be better than 
              them Push them toward a better life
Soy hija de inmigrantes
             Everything I have, has been earned
             Following my dreams to make my parent proud
Soy Mexicana
             I have brown eyes and brown skin
             I face obstacles due to the color of 
                           skin But I am proud to be 
                           Mexican
Soy Americana
             I have better opportunities in this 
             land I can follow my dreams
                           I am proud to be
American I am a Mexican-American

Guadalupe Romero is currently finishing her last semester at California State University, San Marcos with a major in Kinesiology and a minor in Literature and Writing. She discovered her passion for literature and writing while taking AP Literature class in high school. She likes that the subjects she is studying require her to think critically or allow her imagination to run wild. Her writing can have a combination of the human body’s experience while telling a fictional story. She plans to pursue a career in the medical field while keeping her hobby of writing and reading to keep her sane through all the science courses.

Jessica Torres

Nature and Humans

Free spirits,
yet vastly reliant on one another.
W        e 
take and 
take and 
take
and often forget earth needs from us too.
If only humankind understood, 
that nature also lives through us.
Free spirits, 
bonded by life.
We are here because nature survives.
W        e 
take and 
take and 
take
and often forget nature is quickly dying.
If only humankind understood,
that nature does not have much time.
Free spirits,
but with a broken relationship.
There still is hope to mend the cracks.
We must give
and 
give and 
give
and not forget nature depends on us.
When humankind understands this 
connection nature will thrive,
not just merely survive.

A Celebration

When celebrating my body,
I honor the land of my upbringing
I take pride in the birth land of my parents,
I acknowledge the hard work of my predecessors.

When celebrating my body,
I admire the tongue in which I speak,
I value the traditions I practice
I respect the community in which I live.

But to live in my body also means,
feeling trapped between borders.
To live in my body means,
feeling the world is often against me. 
To live in my body means,
the color of my skin is a dictator
and the tongue in which I speak a commander, 
of my experiences.

When celebrating my body, 
We honor
We take pride 
We acknowledge 
We admire
We value 
We respect
We celebrate,
the heritage and culture of a community.

There is hope or more so a longing
to live in a world where a celebration is not only within, 
but a celebration is with all.

Jessica Torres is a third-year student at CSUSM. She is a Literature and Writing major who hopes to in the future become a teacher. She also has a passion for art and hopes to continue with her art journey incorporating it into her job or career. She loves to read poetry, fantasy, and fiction.

James Mudrak

Stampede Reservoir

another trip
filled with uncertainty and discovery, 
bald eagles soaring in the bluest of skies 
like pebbles thrown across placid lakes, 
wary doe feed along the reservoir bank, 
it amazes me what this world creates 
bringing it into fruition
staring out to a mountain range.
burnt to a crisp as i write this 
the sun and i, you see,
have an interesting relationship, 
should’ve probably put on the sunscreen 
hunched over in the tent thinking
how nature truly 
brings us closer
to what life means: 
being at peace,
loving friends and family, 
understanding yourself, 
and the nature of things.
 
quit being in a rush 
to get stuff done,
leave your phone behind 
stand in the forest 
amongst the trees
let the wind
make your body sway, 
serenity brings solitude 
money can always be made, 
but these moments
we must cherish
as they can never be replaced.

James Mudrak is an aspiring artist, writer, and creator graduating this winter with a BA of Arts in Literature in Writing Studies. He enjoys spending his alone time creating and working on his brand Unify Collective and his other various creative endeavors. To find out more about James, we encourage you to visit his website: unifycollective.com or follow him on Twitter and Instagram @jamezmudrak.

Cody Hopper

Natures Industry

Your world lies.
Her open arms that offer beauty
Her nature composed of promised 
peace.Does she offer you shelter?
The sublime unbound by limits of 
mindsNo bird can sing her glory
No stream to paint her truth. 
Instead in light and dark we 
wanderJustified in our limited 
passions
Driven by those factors where trees dwell 
not.Do priests consult the dirt to 
forgiveness?
Are our trials heard amongst the weight of 
trees.When the unseen clock flicks its 
pendulum
To and fro, from life to death. 
We are taken back to the 
weeds.
In the guts and grime of the earth 
beneath.The sky is called a final resting place,
Yet the dead are placed underneath.

Cody Hopper is a student at CSUSM, when he isn’t doing improv, or flippin’ za, he can be found in the dark corners of his room, writing the next story of horror and torment that crosses his mindscape. He loves violent stories, comic books, movies, coffee, and buffalo wings– not in this order.

Julieta Enriquez

Unpredicted

When things are not stable

We get scare of failing

Of not knowing the solution to our problems

Most things we are afraid to try

For we don’t know the outcome
 
Most often we are scare of change

For it could be best for us

Or it could hurt us 

The big impact in our lives
 
Is to accept those challenges

No matter how scare we are

We must face them 

To defeat our nightmare

We must run head on

To those changes that are pending

In our lives we must face reality

No matter how scary it gets

There will be a far bright future

In which we no longer would feel scare

That it will be in the past

As part of our growing experience

Fall Romance

We met under a tree

You were running not minding your way

I was looking down at my phone 

To the most recent news of the season

We bump and fall

Down to the crunchy leaves

That had fallen from the tree

We apologize for our mistake

In the same moment we look at each other

Our eyes never leaving each other’s gaze 

We smile a quite simple gesture

I stumble on my words 

Loosing meaning to what I want to say

Feeling silly for acting this way

You help stand up

Holding on to my hand

You offer to walk me 

To my car safely we arrive

We chat for what seems forever

Never wanting to leave each other

At last we make arrangements

To meet back to that tree

Where the leaves have change 

To the many different color 

In which Fall brings when it comes

The wind in which help the leaves

To fall down upon us 

Where we fell in love 

White Winter Love

We met through the white cold canvas

Walking down the slippery pavement 

Grabbing onto a white covered tree branch 

Snow falling on top of me

You being ever so gentle 

Helped me up

We met a couple of snowy days 

Drinking hot coco

By the frozen lake

Talking about what a wonderful winter this is 

Cold winter mornings

Became white afternoons 

Time spent with you 

Made me lose track

Just being here with you 

On this cold winter snow

Forever could last for an eternity

Together We Are One

When things get tough 

I know I am not alone 

There are others

Who I can count on

My community comes together
 
In times of need

We as one form an alliance 

Where we gather supplies 

For others to survive

We never leave others by themselves 

In times of need

We ask if help is needed

We give hand when we know we are needed 

We come together as one

In time of need

Holiday Cheers

These days are coming

When we come as one to celebrate joy 

Not a single person is left out

On this joyous holiday

For everyone gets to be a part

Of this fun time to share with others 

For it is a celebration of peace, and joy

Good things are best when share with others 

To feel a part of oneness with others

A time to be part of one big family 

That is what defines community

Julieta Enriquez is a current student at Cal State San Marcos majoring in Literature and Writing. When she was in high school she grew an interest in creative writing because she found it to be helpful in her teenage years it was in high school that she was going through an emotional stage in her life, and writing poetry gave her relief during those difficult times. She was born in Dolores Hidalgo Guanajuato Mexico, she is the youngest of twelve siblings in her family, and she plans to get her masters to teach while she continues writing creative works.

Claudia Cervantes

A Serene Day

Winter is approaching
The leaves say goodbye

One by one they fall only to be greeted by the ground
The breeze is welcomed kissing my cheek

Even with my big puffy jacket I am chilly

My hair is a mess
And my boots are dirty
But I don’t care at the moment

The sound of the waterfall keeps me at peace
I dip my hand into the chilling water

I take in the sight of the beauty that is nature surrounding me

Nature is delicate like a flower
Proper care will keep it blooming

I stand under the tall pine tree
Humming a melodic tune

The birds join in with their own unique sounds

Mother nature is pleased
I am content

Celebrating Death

¡Celebremos! Es Día de Los Muertos

It is a day to remember family and friends who have
 
died A celebration of life and death

It’s the beginning of November, our loved ones await us
The altar is beautiful

There we have abuelito, abuelita, tía Bibiana and primo 

     Cesar The bright orange cempasuchil adorn the shrine

Pan de muerto is placed there along with all their favorite foods
Our family is all together 

We gather around to say a prayer

We share our favorite memories of those who are no longer with 

us Laughter and nostalgia fill the room

We miss them dearly, but we know they are in a better place

Although they are physically gone from this world, we will keep them in our hearts forever



Claudia Cervantes is a senior at CSUSM. She loves to read and write contemporary fiction. When she’s not doing school work or hanging out with friends, you can probably find her baking and binge-watching TV shows.

Lyzette Delgadillo

The Man Who Can Change the Weather

I sat in a park, glittered with dewy grass 
I looked down a pathway of dandelions 
Surrounded by trees full of fruits
As I picked up a single leaf of gold and green 
I noticed you
And you saw me

You began to walk in my direction 
Every step made the leaves turn brown 
and fall to the ground
The dandelions bowed at your feet 
The trees coward with corrosion
I sat in disbelief at the man who could change the weather

But you didn’t care that I thought brown was ugly 
You didn’t care that clouds made me cry
You came closer and closer
The brush around you began to burn 
The sky rained ash
People ran from the man who could change the weather

You were a cloud in the sky that covered the sun
A thorn that pricked me any time I saw something beautiful 
A sunburn that blistered my back
A thistle that snuck into my sock
The leaf in my hand that turned brown
I did not run from the man who could change the weather

As he approached me, I stood 
He stopped and stared, shocked
He pointed past me and I followed his finger 
Behind me was meadow just as the one before

I looked back and saw his gaze was pointed down, somber 
I followed his gaze once more
To a single clover nested between my feet

I picked the clover and gave it to him 
He took the clover and it turned black
Tears ran down his cheeks just as rain poured down from heaven

“Are you the man who can change the weather?” 
His eyes, blue like lightning, looked back
He was confused by what I asked 
I asked again

“Are you the man who can change the weather?” 
He replied, “I guess I am.”
“So change it,” I suggested with a smirk.
Hello, my name is Lyzette Delgadillo. I am currently studying as a senior at California State University San Marcos. I am majoring in Literature and Writing and plan to get my teaching credentials so that I can teach high school literature. In addition to this, I have always had a passion for writing, and I would love to publish a novel one day.