The Manitou Muse

MSHS's Literary Magazine

“Perspective,” a photo gallery by Summer Rose

Photos by Summer Rose.

“Whoever I Please,” by Téa S.

Whoever I Please,” by Téa S.

I am not a whore

I am a woman

A man

Whoever I want to be

In clothes that make me feel good

Clothes that I think look good

And clothes that I enjoy

I was not raised with the idea that:

If you wear short shorts

You’re a skank

Because trust me, honey

The only one in bed with me is



And I

Profile: Téa S.

Téa S. started writing on a more serious level in the 6th grade and typically writes poetry and creative writing. They believe writing is an outlet for emotions that would usually tear people apart. “I don’t feel like writing should be without sadness,” Téa said.

Whoever I Please

Profile: Anela W.

Anela W. enjoys photography, especially nature. She has been into photography for four years now. “It’s a way to capture moments in life that is hard to see without photographing it,” Anela said. She does not, however, like taking photos of people. “It’s too popular. We see models often on a billboards, but not pictures of beautiful things like changing trees or forests. I also love taking pictures of historic items like buildings and artifacts.”

Profile: Iris

Iris enjoys the nighttime, chamomile tea, cats, listening to music while dramatically staring out a window, actual rocks, dreaming big, and baked goods. She occasionally writes for fun, but also to consolidate the many things bouncing around in her head, to process the hardships of life, and to count her blessings. Iris can only hope her writing will help others in their own journeys.

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this moment

“this moment” by Iris

this moment” by Iris


Sometimes it’s only a moment

Of when I’m away from the rest of the world

That I have that epiphany;

The thought that took years to unfold,

For me to grasp, to understand,

To thank God for.

Everything that has ever happened in my life,

Every rise and fall,

Every consequence for every mistake,

Every fix for what has had to break,

What has broken down to build me back up again,

Has led me to this moment.

This moment is where I thank the universe;

Where I say goodnight to the dreams that fell asleep

And say good morning to the ones that have awakened me.

I want to thank the stars and the moon for being so bright when I couldn’t be,

Thank the trees and the flowers for being so beautiful when I refused,

To believe I could be,

Thank the sunset for showing us all the grace

Of it being alright to shrink away,

Along with the strength, the power of coming back again

With a brighter shine

I thank graciousness that I got out of the situation

That made me question my emotions, because

My emotions are the strongest god-blessed thing about me;

We shouldn’t doubt ourselves

When someone else is doubting themselves,

They’re taking it out on us,

And that’s called projecting

If anyone wants a go at me,

I’ll just say “I can take this”;

If you mess with me now, I can’t,

I won’t let you take me for granted, 

Unlike the days that other people put their crises in my face

I’m too happy I let them walk away,

To feel empty about it

My love for the world and the beat in my heart is faster;

Because today I’m stronger,

Today I work harder,

Today I think deeper,

Today I love louder,

Today I look better,

Today I feel better,

Today I feel good and tomorrow I’ll feel greater.

No one is going to stop me

From going where I’m headed,

If you start running after me,

I’ll just run faster. 

Who I was a year ago

Would have been so grateful for the hurdles I’ve dodged

To get here, stand here,

Feel the cold breeze grace my shoulders

Surround myself in a sudden moment of deep thought

A mere moment to take it all in,

Breathe it all out,

Start over again.

“Innocence Depends on Perspective,” by Zoe S.

“Innocence Depends on Perspective,” was done with Copic markers, pencil, Sharpie, and white gel pen.

“Innocence Depends on Perspective,” by Zoe S.

“Once Upon A Time” and other photos by Allie R.

Photos by Allie R..

“These Rooms,” by Tyler J.

These Rooms,” by Tyler J.


Listen to the sound of the waves

     as they billow against the cliffs,

     and, with the wind in our hair,

     follow me into the house of memory…

Continue reading ““These Rooms,” by Tyler J.”

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