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Remoteness I've even tried it myself, but I still don't really get it. What appears to be the predominantly male phenomenon, at least among my friends, of surfing TV channels with a remote control remains one of life’s greater mysteries to me. Yes, I did once pos- ture the glazed—over appearance... Show moreRemoteness I've even tried it myself, but I still don't really get it. What appears to be the predominantly male phenomenon, at least among my friends, of surfing TV channels with a remote control remains one of life’s greater mysteries to me. Yes, I did once pos- ture the glazed—over appearance as I clicked in an incessant circle from channel to channel‘ and for a moment thought I had a glimpse of its meaning, The prerequisite to this subliminal experience was several sessions with a kindergartner to master a “grandpa” remote. For those unfamiliar with this term, it is a manufacturer's name for a five—button TV remote control for those who need kindergart— ners to instruct them on its Lise. Our former pastor gave an apologia from the pulpit on his remote behavior. There was a lot of ner— vous tittering and elbow jabbing among the con— gregation. He went on to contend that it is good Christian stewardship to watch more than one channel at a time. When they pried the thing from the hand of my best friend's bachelor cousin who lived in Arkansas, he had blissfully surfed from Channel 23 to eterni- ty. I wondered if death could be like that, a final channel surf. And after I wondered that. I won- dered why they didn’tjust bury the remote with him as the Catholics bury rosary beads with their beloved. Show less
Indebted to College The handsome lager and standard moon Come now near name — Stella 0r Luna; Distraction gets paid, learns to love pay, The wise are well beaten, asked not to say. As scholarship goes, somejust repeat, Some, when undone, become the elite Of some thousand debtors, advancing the... Show moreIndebted to College The handsome lager and standard moon Come now near name — Stella 0r Luna; Distraction gets paid, learns to love pay, The wise are well beaten, asked not to say. As scholarship goes, somejust repeat, Some, when undone, become the elite Of some thousand debtors, advancing the poor; So knowledge or not, we all remain whore. Aaron Gabriel Augsburg College Library Show less
The Release Papers Damon fingered the envelope in his pocket excitedly. He took a deep drag off his cigarette as he leaned up against the outside wall of the Chicken Shack where he worked, waiting for his friend to show up. His slender, muscular arms glistened with sweat from the early summer heat... Show moreThe Release Papers Damon fingered the envelope in his pocket excitedly. He took a deep drag off his cigarette as he leaned up against the outside wall of the Chicken Shack where he worked, waiting for his friend to show up. His slender, muscular arms glistened with sweat from the early summer heat. His shirtsleeves were rolled up over his shoulders, revealing his Lion of Zion tattoo. He was an attractive man. His facial features were almost regal with his prominent cheekbones framing a long sharp nose. His black hair, knotted in dreadlocks, reached down below his shoulder and was always swept back neatly by a cloth fastener died in the African colors of red, gold, black and green. He dropped his cigarette butt and ground it with the toe of his boot as his friend Ben walked up. “Damon, you're looking particularly happy tonight," Ben said as he held out his hand to shake. Damon placed the letter in Ben’s outstretched hand. “Is this what I think it is?" "You better believe it. “'e have some celebrating to do." "\Nell alright man, let’s go. I'll even buy the first round," Ben offered. They walked through the neighborhood in the direction of the halfway house where Damon resided. They passed the Korean—owned convenience store, the Suds-N-Dry Laundromat, several tenements and two liquor stores before reaching Lyle's. As they walked in, they left the night for the deeper darkness of Lyle’s. The door led into an almost claustrophobic room with a red vinyl padded bar top that ran the expanse of the room and wrapped in a curve around to the kitchen. More than a dozen people sat on the stools along the bar. The walls and ceiling of the establishment were painted black and a few small booths were squashed against the darkened wall. There was one worn 41 Show less
“So, are you going to try and move back in with Angela?" “Hell no. She doesn't want to have anything to do with me in that way anymore. At least not right now,” Damon replied. “My mother found me an apartment in Angela's neigh- borhood, though, so that I can be close to my boy. She already put a... Show more“So, are you going to try and move back in with Angela?" “Hell no. She doesn't want to have anything to do with me in that way anymore. At least not right now,” Damon replied. “My mother found me an apartment in Angela's neigh- borhood, though, so that I can be close to my boy. She already put a deposit down, so she’ll be happy that my transfer went through." The two talked and laughed through another beer before Damon decided that it was probably time to go. “You coming, man?" He asked as he stood up out of the booth. "I don’t have a curfew to watch," Ben said. He cocked his head towards Trudi. “So, I think I’ll stay right where I'm at." Damon chuckled “Be careful, she plays for keeps," he warned. "Well, my man, I'll see you later." Damon breathed deeply as he stepped back out into the night and turned in the direction of the halfway house. His thoughts were filled with visions of Saul and Angela. Even though there was so much bad blood between them, he still loved her. He struggled with the demons of anger and jealousy about the thought that his mother would favor Angela over her own son. But his mother was always there to bail him out of every mess he got himself into. He knew when it came down to it that his momma would love him no matter what. He tried to shake off some of the resentment that he felt towards Angela. He smiled at the thought that if he played his cards right, Angela might look at him the way she used to with her sea green eyes The night had cooled off, taking the edge off the early summer heat. A breeze had picked up that almost lifted the oppressive humidity. The streets were filled with people. Little boys on bikes tore up and down the middle of the street. He felt the pounding repetitive beat of music coming out of several apartments. People filled the front Stoops of every walk-up he passed, and he nodded to people as he walked by. 4-4- Show less
Table of Contents Sforn‘ Bring Sharon Rolenc Ibu Didn '1‘ R!dll_\’ Bella? Cynthia Truitt Lynch REIIIUIKIZBSS Gretchen “'aldeland l'nder the Tab/x Christine Fankhanel Jagged Sldb Jolynn Games Indebled [0 College Aaron Gabriel Portrait of .1 Home/(ii .Vun Dan Madsen Dadrli'k Little Girl Andrea... Show moreTable of Contents Sforn‘ Bring Sharon Rolenc Ibu Didn '1‘ R!dll_\’ Bella? Cynthia Truitt Lynch REIIIUIKIZBSS Gretchen “'aldeland l'nder the Tab/x Christine Fankhanel Jagged Sldb Jolynn Games Indebled [0 College Aaron Gabriel Portrait of .1 Home/(ii .Vun Dan Madsen Dadrli'k Little Girl Andrea Cobery 01'] Annie Simons Trundle. Trundle Scott Bibus Danny Boy Jody Johnstone Sonnet it} Dan Madsen on fl Aaron Gabriel Laying Out the [blurb Alpine llelcji' ‘99 Ryan Speed Starlet Ann Anich Siren Sharon Rolenc English Jlonologws 1' Aaron Gabriel Taunu Ann Anich Ln Show less
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tennis and PTA. I'll lose weight. I’ll be a better wife. A better mother..." “Fuck being a mother. You're my wife. My fat, useless wife." She couldn't hear her mother's muffled reply. The yelling stopped and the girl thought he had left. Her body began to relax and she waited for her mother to... Show moretennis and PTA. I'll lose weight. I’ll be a better wife. A better mother..." “Fuck being a mother. You're my wife. My fat, useless wife." She couldn't hear her mother's muffled reply. The yelling stopped and the girl thought he had left. Her body began to relax and she waited for her mother to come to bed. The downstairs was silent. She crept further down the stairs and leaned over the railing. Chancellor didn’t follow. She raised up on her toes and leaned further over the railing, straining her eyes in the darkened hall to see her mother. All was quiet. Too quiet she’d remember later. She tiptoed to the bottom of the stairs. The marble was cold beneath her bare feet and it sent a chill throughout her small body. Chancellor began to softly whine, and she didn't realize what he was trying to tell her. She continued onward. The lamp was on the floor at the end of the hall— way. It cast strange, long shadows around the living room. Glass shimmered across the fraying carpet. She noticed her grandmother's rocking chair first. It was lying on its side in the fireplace. It had been too big to hide. A tear betrayed her newfound bravery. She care— fully stepped towards the fireplace to retrieve her bro— ken treasure, but a noise made her freeze in her tracks. A strange, wheezing sound came from behind the couch. She wanted to run but she was close now. The man was bent over something. Her mother. His hands were wrapped around her neck and her Show less
fish husks gape and spew forth trails of winding guts, lugged downstream, eaten up by snails and somewhere deep, where the yellow rock bottom drops in the sarsaparilla sludge, a stone is overturned, a belch of airjiggles up from under water logs and darkness gathers, licks and slathers Scott Bibus
the linen closet to get a replacement bedspread. Although it had been a long time, she still knew the smell of the act, which had taken place atop the bed. Its evidence taunted her, knowing that she had not yet had a consenting sexual experience. She shuddered dropping the stained cover to the... Show morethe linen closet to get a replacement bedspread. Although it had been a long time, she still knew the smell of the act, which had taken place atop the bed. Its evidence taunted her, knowing that she had not yet had a consenting sexual experience. She shuddered dropping the stained cover to the floor. Glancing at her wrist. the face on her watch spoke volumes, yelling out Mrs. Harold's name with each movement of the second hand. Four minutes would never complete this room. \Valking to the bathroom she again scratched at her knees peering below her skirt hem. The marks would— n't leave her. They were burrowed in for the long haul. Her badge. her penitence for her sins, she should have left. Jessie's right arm lugged the scrub brush and cleaners, rubbing against Katie as she tried to eke past. The kid had found her place: she was not leaving the windowsill. Peering over the toilet, Jessie examined the work before her. The brush hung in her fingers swaying back and forth to the ticking of the second hand. She leaned over, vomit spewing, making sure she at least hit the bowl. Cynthia Truitt Lynch Show less
dilute the specimen without contaminating it? Mike interrupted his train of thought as he pounded on the door. “\Nhat the hell's taking so long? You better not be trying to pull any shit over me - you hear?" In resignation, Damon pulled the envelope out of his pocket before he unzipped his pants... Show moredilute the specimen without contaminating it? Mike interrupted his train of thought as he pounded on the door. “\Nhat the hell's taking so long? You better not be trying to pull any shit over me - you hear?" In resignation, Damon pulled the envelope out of his pocket before he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. \Vhen he was done, he put the lid back on the cup and placed it on the back of the toilet beside the envelope that held his release papers. As he bent over and started pulling up his pants, tears began streaming down his cheeks. He chocked back the sobs, turned on the sink water and splashed his face, washing away the evidence of his sorrow. He came out of the bathroom, handed the cup to Mike without looking at him and walked down the hall to the entertainment room. He ignored the hellos from his housemates as he walked directly through the room to the hallway beyond where a payphone stood out against a long bare wall leading to the rooms where the men slept. A gray metal folding chair sat beside the phone with yellow pages thrown on top. Damon pushed the phone book off the chair and against the wall with a slam and sat down. Damon sat for a long time on the cold metal folding chair staring at the pay phone with his back turned against the activity going on around him. Jason finally yelled out from the enter— tainment room, “How long are you gonna sit there, man? Some of us would like to use the phone tonight too." Damon slowly stretched his hand out to pick up the receiver and dialed the number. The woman's voice on the other end sounded distant and tired as she answered on the third ring and accepted the collect charges. Damon kept silent for that moment as he heard “Hello, Damon, honey...are you there? Did you get your release papers in the mail yet? Damon? What's the matter, baby? Hello?" "Yes, Momma, I'm here. We need to talk." Sharon Rolenc Show less
but she'd learned to cut corners. No more than two minutes on a sink and its hazy mirror. A shower could be plucked of tight wiry hair and wiped down in four. Three minutes was all that was needed with sponges under both hands on each the bathroom and the kitch— enette floor, and two minutes for... Show morebut she'd learned to cut corners. No more than two minutes on a sink and its hazy mirror. A shower could be plucked of tight wiry hair and wiped down in four. Three minutes was all that was needed with sponges under both hands on each the bathroom and the kitch— enette floor, and two minutes for the little icebox. A strong three minutes more was needed to change bed sheets, always with hospital corners. That usually left one minute for dusting and vacuuming. Easily, one could see that the dusting and vacuuming were con— fined to about two rooms on any given shift. Those with marginal debris would wait an extra day. But the toilets must have five minutes. “Everyone needed a clean toilet.” There was no getting around it in her Inind. Mrs. Harold didn't care much about cleanliness; she was more concerned with shaving off a nickel for each room readied. As long as she contained her time sheet tojust under eight hours, she and Mrs. Harold got along fine. She would be paid no overtime. But things were beginning to change; the kneeling and bending was beginning to catch up with her. Twenty— four rooms, five days a week for thirteen years — her body moaned as she shifted her weight. Her time was slowing. The kid walked in wiping the corners of her mouth, then paused slightly to rub her head. “Not in time," Jessie thought to herself wringing the cloth. “Two days, I bet she lasts two days." Katie crossed over Show less
Augsburg College Lindell Library Minneapolis, MN 55454 Murphy Square Start your Millennium off right. Art Editor Literary Editors Photography Advisor Literary Board Vicki Aman Alexis Athmann Natasha Copeland Jason R. Hudson Kelly Johnson Dan Madsen Sharon Rolenc Jody Johnstonc Marl; Jackson (... Show moreAugsburg College Lindell Library Minneapolis, MN 55454 Murphy Square Start your Millennium off right. Art Editor Literary Editors Photography Advisor Literary Board Vicki Aman Alexis Athmann Natasha Copeland Jason R. Hudson Kelly Johnson Dan Madsen Sharon Rolenc Jody Johnstonc Marl; Jackson ()rion \Visncss Dale Delinn-r Photography Cass Dalglish Visual Art Board Samuel J. Gross T. Ryan Johnson Andy Lindekugel Copyright 2000 by the authors and artists All rights resumed. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by an) means, electronic or methanical, including phototnpy, “ithout pt-r- mission from the individual authors and artists Show less