LIBERTY LOST Liberty for all Mankind Believed Children walked to School Uninhibited Pledge of Allegiance I Encouraged 1 Church and State Separated Daily School Prayer Eliminated Martin Luther King Killed American Flag Defiled Respect for Leaders Lost John F. Kennedy Assassinated E \_ \h. ‘_ E... Show moreLIBERTY LOST Liberty for all Mankind Believed Children walked to School Uninhibited Pledge of Allegiance I Encouraged 1 Church and State Separated Daily School Prayer Eliminated Martin Luther King Killed American Flag Defiled Respect for Leaders Lost John F. Kennedy Assassinated E \_ \h. ‘_ E Multimedia Advanced Working Parents Uninvolved Family Values Eroded Teenagers Existed Corrupted Massacre and Slaughter Commenced Innocent Kids Died Faith and Hope Diminished Nonviolent Movement Gone Contagious Violence Tolerated Human Race Astounded MICHELLE DEAN 50 MURPHY SQUARE Show less
MATILDA - THE BARFLY “There’s an audition I don’t want to miss.” She said, her legs attached to puppet strings, The man beside her laughed. “There’s an audition I don’t want to miss.” She said, fingering a purple iris as cigarette smoke drifted from the bathtub. The dog at her ankle smiled. ... Show moreMATILDA - THE BARFLY “There’s an audition I don’t want to miss.” She said, her legs attached to puppet strings, The man beside her laughed. “There’s an audition I don’t want to miss.” She said, fingering a purple iris as cigarette smoke drifted from the bathtub. The dog at her ankle smiled. “There’s an audition I don’t want to miss.” She said, as dark brunette strands balanced on the sink. The maid let her sleep. “There’s an audition I don’t want to miss.” She said, tracing out her portrait in honey colored sand. “Matilda, my dear.” An old voice called From the python skinned mouth of a fly. “Don’t you know this is only the beginning?” Drowning in jack Daniels and ice cubes She answers with practiced inflection, “The beginning of the end my incestuous friend.” STEPHENIE NOGGLE 52 MURPHY SQUARE Show less
Librarian Mine is a simple life of life’s complexities bound in a few square inches each confined to rows of manageable space where there is silence amidst a million volumes voices where the wars of the ages are reduced to an index file where the bindings of great artist’s and writers of all... Show moreLibrarian Mine is a simple life of life’s complexities bound in a few square inches each confined to rows of manageable space where there is silence amidst a million volumes voices where the wars of the ages are reduced to an index file where the bindings of great artist’s and writers of all walks and ages meet and wisdom failed waits to fail again as truth proven waits to again prove and coiled words wait for opportunity. Steady, categorized, predictable, books in a row the order of my day is order adding knowledge to knowledge, book by book. I’m the gatekeeper of emotions laughter contained tears undropped fears frozen in print my own workday emotions reduced to pleasantries. Irony contained, I sit a woman of temperance amidst temptation alphabetized passions lending lusts 30 MURPHY SQUARE ‘ :\A A -—x Show less
tucking away mysteries to be solved again and again contentto confine to tables of contents fun and games— departmentalize. Cyclical loans returns and only whispers here GRETCHEN WAIDELAND MURPHY SQUARE 31
Transfixed In Glory When The Night Flows Into Ant Intervals With Mango Instruments (Nomenclature of an unknown son resulting from the thoughts of you) And though I have grown as a human The mandrake falling on an old violin Says that the hole in the o-zone is moving Not only that but it's split... Show moreTransfixed In Glory When The Night Flows Into Ant Intervals With Mango Instruments (Nomenclature of an unknown son resulting from the thoughts of you) And though I have grown as a human The mandrake falling on an old violin Says that the hole in the o-zone is moving Not only that but it's split into two What are we supposed to do? To keep them from reaching the poles And melting holes in the ice And creating paradise Wiping out all the pain as our world goes down the drain It just makes me laugh at the struggle we mortals Put on our shoulders when we simply will die Our ideas like excrement that fertilizes plants that get eaten by animals Yet we must figure out this world that we live in And why are we here Even though it‘s quite clear But yet we merely go on our selfish ways Because of my pride I will not leave that behind I think that I‘m right even though I know that I‘m wrong so I write a bad song Won‘t you please sing along? “We gather in groups We reproduce We die“ There is suburban sprawl And an impermanent mall that shrieks if you touch it And I could care less about the pain that l cause so long as l have good credit 38 Show less
fl éiic a 7 mi 20d“ Naomi Sveom - Up Side Up ' ' John Mitchell - Privileged Moments - John Mitchell ~ Clippings ‘ Nick Heisick - Bukowski's Genius - Erik Helgeson It 's Okay to Eat Fish Because They Don 't Have Any Feelings - Cass Dalglish Red Conspiracy: A Young Women 's College Trip to Cuba -... Show morefl éiic a 7 mi 20d“ Naomi Sveom - Up Side Up ' ' John Mitchell - Privileged Moments - John Mitchell ~ Clippings ‘ Nick Heisick - Bukowski's Genius - Erik Helgeson It 's Okay to Eat Fish Because They Don 't Have Any Feelings - Cass Dalglish Red Conspiracy: A Young Women 's College Trip to Cuba - Brian Ashbaugh ~ Illegal in Most States - Samantha Mitchell - God's Eyes - Sara Beth Olson - Untitled- Amy Bethke - Cathryn and George - Jean M. Johnson 'Aishiteru (I Love You) - Jachin Rupe ~ Deep Sleeper ~ Cary Waterman - Burning Papers in the Park - J. Ball ' Votive- Siri Winick - Hard Times Bike Club - C, Wright Winger - Winter Prairie Crossing - Maura Nelson - I Want to Go to Africa - Cass Dalglish - Albert ’s Reign ~ Jonas Steinberg ‘ Burn - Siri Winick - Untitled - Joshua Wolf ~ Cucumber Magic ‘ D.E. Green - Cenote: A Poem in Two Parts ‘ Lindsey Meyer - Nana ‘ Lindsey Meyer ~ Guava Tree ‘ Peter - Untitled ‘ D.E. Green - Three Haiku: Impending Spring - Laura “Sims” Simones - River Study Series - Amy Bethke ' My Father ‘5 Art ‘ Jamie Ann Elizabeth Johnson - Long Walk to Understanding ‘ Kylie Grunzke - field - iii Contents NH—‘-— 9-) Show less
My Father’s Art Every Thanksgiving fatigued leaves would lie down to wait for winter‘s warm bed and my father would roll up his sleeves to make sage stuffing. Spices lined the counter devoted to their master. He needed no paper recipe or heartless plastic for measuring. This was his art — a pinch,... Show moreMy Father’s Art Every Thanksgiving fatigued leaves would lie down to wait for winter‘s warm bed and my father would roll up his sleeves to make sage stuffing. Spices lined the counter devoted to their master. He needed no paper recipe or heartless plastic for measuring. This was his art — a pinch, a mix, a prayer for perfection. A large stockpot sat on a chair, Between drags on his Lucky Strike, my father‘s arms disappeared into the pot, joining bread and rosemary and thyme and other things I want to remember. Sometimes I was invited to help and my small hands danced in the mixture — cool, forgiving. He would give a taste to my mother and she would always say, “More sage,“ until he got it right. 34 Show less
