The OCSA Ledger

Seed of the Next Generation

Jo'Nea Mathis

April 6, 2018

I am the second-generation seed Of the flower my ancestors planted My grandparents—born and raised in Jamaica— Traveled to Ellis Island To nourish a new garden   I don't struggle like they struggled: Wrestling...

City Skyline

April 6, 2018


Clouded Reflections

Victoria Cagle

April 6, 2018

Often, I wonder,  If anything truly matters.   With the stories of cultures long past,  And the faint ghost sound of a Celtic drummer,  The beliefs of my youth shatter.    History stretches long and vast  With the bodies of the peaceful,   An...

Remember to Laugh

Natalie Pleitez

April 6, 2018

I’m not ticklish  like I used to be, but I  pretend anyway.    Laughter rings about.  Oh, did someone tell a joke?  Remember to laugh.    I’m not that funny  like I used to be, but I  pretend anyway.    My plastered smile is  too obvious. They know me  too well,...

Let Me Fly

Natalie Pleitez

April 6, 2018

  Every once in a while, flying Is no big deal. It's simple to tumble headfirst Into an ecstatic wind and Grasp the nothing underneath. It's easy to will yourself Up into blue infinity. Nonexistent...


Elizabeth Sipple

April 4, 2018

I am not like the others I watch cautiously Troubled by the outcome While those around me take chances   I sit paralyzed Unable to take action Stressed to the point of pain Kept still as stone by the...


Ruby Long

March 15, 2018

There's a mirror in front of me,  A wall of light skin,  A barrier with brown eyes.  Wonderment of individuality.  An immersion of wealth.  Nightfall on essence,  the sunrise on existence.  Sense the humor in my individuality   And taste the adoration in dependence.  It is my character,  The tone and quality of my voice,  And diffe...


Cindy Paccor

March 15, 2018

Sitting and watching as my soul falters and descends;  His mind does not match her matter  And he cannot help but contemplate his existence,  Spotting invisible flaws that only he can see.    When they ask fo...


Delaney Lazarus

March 15, 2018

It was an item An accessory A toy Relevant when needed by others   Not important enough to keep longer than necessary   Almost like a disposable Who molds to fit the standard where it is required A...

Why Shouldn’t You?

Justin Nazario

March 15, 2018

It's described as imitation,  Mimicking, rather,  Repetition through waves of uneasiness,  Subsided with  Towers of sparkling Brandy,  Sitting on the kitchen counter.    I watch from behind foggy glass,  Reciting surrender from the comfort  Of a re...


March 15, 2018

Who Am I?

Jay Baez

March 15, 2018

I thought I knew who I was as a person,  I thought I could look into a mirror and recognize myself.  Instead all I can see is a blur;  A short grey mass of fast movement.    I began to realize that at   ...

The Art of News
Issue 4: Identity