I felt so much,  that I started to feel nothing I wanted to say so much,  That I said nothing   Yet that was everything. Too much of everything.  Stop me before my heart begins to race I'm reliving every second I promised wouldn’t leave a trace  You can look back sometimes, But don't ever fully turn around. Those feelings are an anchor, Proof you are alive. Because at least you can feel. Reach into me with your hands And your fingertips will kiss  the nothingness, That inhabi

The earth hums, beneath the roots. A language of shadow.  Dust,  each grain a word. Too small to grasp.  Each breath of hesitation. Between the old,  and the  forgotten.  The sky fractures  into a thousand pieces. Not one, fit together. Whilst clouds curl like smoke. They do not rise, only do they fold back into themselves. Carrying stories they refuse to tell. A stone sits heavy.  Its skin worn smooth by times of quiet insistence. No meaning in the smoothness,  only absence

There will come a day when i’ll be six feet under. The bugs will begin to consume me, slowly watching visions of you unfold, they’ll hear your name—over and over again. They will consume my skin and flesh and engraved in every crevice, they’ll find reminders of you. Reminders imbedded in the scars you kissed, the touch you left on my body, my eyes which had you memorized, head to toe, inside and out. And when they start to eat my heart, they will realize that the only thing c

The other morning, I watched a songbird hang in the wind like a drone. It was stitching the sky together with its bright thread of sound. Perhaps it thought I was a threat, warbling out a warning to nearby creatures. Maybe it was frightened or worried. It was a beautiful bird nonetheless.  Sometimes I watch the shore, and the ocean is restless, white at the mouth and gnawing at the rocks. Sometimes it is wide and unbothered, a taut canvas of deep blue. No one calls it the ang

During this 2026 winter break, I went to Washington State to visit family. Though we are approaching springtime, I still wanted to share a small photo dump from the trip!

Every year, Parker’s Honor Choir spends the first month of the spring semester preparing for the most exciting event of the year: Na Leo Hou State Choral Festival. Held at Central Union Church in Honolulu, around 400 students come from schools across the state to sing together in a concert held in the beautiful church. As a small choir compared to the rest of the schools, we almost never take the opportunity to sing our own song at the concert, but this year we felt that our

The members of Parker Press are very proud to announce the January member of the month: Kai Garcia-Tobar Kai's articles typically explore plants native to the Hawaiian archipelago, being the founding member of the Native Plant Highlight series. His pieces are fantastically researched and shed an important light on frequently overlooked species. Thank you so much, Kai, for your commitment to the publication—we cannot wait to read your future articles. Check out this exclusive

Some Questions I Have What do my plants think of me? We want you here– but not there! And please, don’t climb up that fence. Oh, how they must be so confused! What does a worm look like under the soil? It is never seen there. Only lifted from its moist womb, laid out in daylight, squirming with impressive speed beneath a sun it has no interest in.   I imagine it moves with ease in the dark underneath. The compost pile often receives the usual suspects. Papaya seeds, coffee gr

I could not tell you how many times I’ve heard fellow students talk about how little sleep they’re getting and how they’re spending hours each day working on their homework. School is in session from 8:30am-3:00 pm. That’s a total of six and a half hours each day, five and a half if you exclude our hour-long lunch period. This isn’t very long in comparison to the average workday. Except, students aren’t done working once school is over. Extracurriculars are a huge part of stu

Darkest Forest A restless night and gloomy morning later, Rienna found herself standing in front of a tall dark tree and its equally creepy brethren. She thought back to her encounter with the witch and what Måren had said about how she practiced necromancy. She imagined how Trusten must prefer capturing children due to their youthfulness. She swallowed hard as she peered into the darkness. The caravan had disappeared into the woods not half an hour earlier. And while there d

trees curled and blackened, scarred not only by the natural environment in which they grew, but their corpses defamed  by the very forces that took their lives flame hoof hand desecration of their corpses. yet not so far above lives  wild green serene a bright shadow a reminder of what used to be. take a walk among it and realize just how much we have lost. lose yourself in the vines, twisting and curling, wild and mangled, a thousand  shades of green. reaching out fingers of