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spring 2011volume 6, issue 3
journal of artand literature
b l uem irrorncssm’s
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But, if youhave nothing
at all to create,then perhapsyou create
yourself.
Carl Jung
“
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t a b l e
of c o n t e
n t s
My Melody
Molly Bruce
page two
Roll of the Dice
Jozef Lisowski
page three
The Life Shop
Katy Drews
page six
Polyphemus Pours
a Glass of Milk
Jozef Lisowski
page seven
A Recital Jozef Lisowski
page ten
The Extent of a
Touch
Mara Guevarra
page thirteen
Methuselah
Maili Lim
page eleven
Paul Eager, M.D.
Liz Ball
page fifteen
6:59 am
Ash Gray
page nineteen
Pigeon’s Song
Maili Limpage twenty-three
Dogs and Money
Ash Gray
page eighteen
Untitled
Alyssa Rabel
page twenty-two
“A Story Written
in the Aftermath of
Reading Too Many
C.S. Lewis Books”
Abigail Gruchacz
page twenty-six
Point Cleaning
Jennifer Kronmiller
page twenty-seven
Founded Beliefs
Jennifer Kronmiller
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Color of the Moun José Luis Salazar EspitiaDigital Photography
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The trees rustle with the music of our world.
Wind passes through the intertwined network of aged, sinewy branches
and the leaves make networks of canals for the rushing air
This air, it creates the most wonderful symphony known to Mother Earth.
No Beethoven, no Bach, no Mozartcould ever recapture the raw, beautiful, complex harmonies.
Yet where is the melody? I listen closely.
Water swooshes between the rocks on the shoreline,
creating layers of lapping sounds that only add to the dynamics of our world
And yet even deeper, I hear crickets, chirping a beautiful tune
Facetted with they different tones they add the wind and water.
Still, where is the melody? I breathe in – I breathe out – I breathe in
And then I listen to my own breathing;how it resonates, not as another piece of the underlying puzzle
but as a sound all its own
ains
My MelodyMolly Bruce
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The best poems are the ones no one likes
the ones that assault your every sense,
that go on and on and never stop
Or the ones that stop within two lines,
that make you wrinkle your nose
and say, “boy, this is a stinker.”
The best poems are the outcasts.
Never published, we trade them
behind closed doors like playing cards.
They’re by no-name authors,
flung out in the dark, rejected or
resigned to an overstuffed drawer
And this morning, I found one of them
hidden in my pepper shaker.
It tasted dry and salty.
The best poems aren’t even poems.
Lingering in the sun, all hair and teeth and legs
we scoop them up in our butterfly nets
and pluck off the wings.
We pin them in our closets,
toss them under some mothballs.And when we dare to open the door,
they scurry, sideways,
into the shadows
and we close the door once more.
Roll of the Dice
page three
Jozef Lisowski
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A g e o
fB e a
u t y A n n
i e V e n a b l e
D i g i t a l P h o t o g r a p h y
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Lauren Fulcher
Digital PhotographyFelt page fve
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Are you our type of person?
Are you ashamed?
Do you have
ambrosia nectar
the philosopher’s stone
or a formula for the Jekyll and Hyde disease?
No? Then step right in,
let us show you our wares
We have deceit,
selfloathing,
problems,
depression,
bottled tearjerkers,
and hopelessness that’s spreadable on anything edible.
All derived from the purest of life.
Do we have sunshine in a bottle?No sir.
But you wouldn’t want any of that anyway.
It’s so pleasant and easy,
not at all classy.
Here, have some disdain.
Fresh off the shelf.
I promise that it’ll give you a turn.
I see that you have shoes.
How droll,
here is some glass and a few eggshells.
Why? They’re for your floor.
It’s all the rage nowadays,
such a simplistic way to add pain to your day.
Business? Why it booms! No advertisements needed my good sir.
Who needs to advertise with products like these?
Everyone needs them, everyone wants them.
Everyone requires our disease.
The Life
ShopKaty Drews
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I’d like to think it was a comfort to him.
His one eye sore and crusted,
teeth still gnashing bone upon bone,
he plods up, grabs a goatskin,
downs three tremendous swallows of milk.
Do Cyclopes dream of mothers?
I picture moments of this poor sucker’s
childhood-- crushing a little league
team bench under his girth,
eating goat-cheese oreos until
he was sick.
He tried to ignore the fighting, I hope.The always-absent father, the angry
mother. He clung to her from an early age,
but after a while, she too drifted away.
Even monsters have to learn to die.
No man entered his cave at the end,
but it was no mother, either,
and I think he was disappointed.
That’s all he wanted, really,
I think-- one last memory,
a mother’s embrace,
and a warm glass of milk.
Polyphemus Pours
a Glass of MilkJozef Lisowski
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M a y
a A d e l e B e r n a r d
W a t e r c o l o r
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Down and Out page nine
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The heat of the summer
bakes the building like a potato,
and it ain’t even spring yet.
I can’t live like this, man.
The sweat traces worry lines
down my forehead,
and bugs carcasses patter the window
with alarming frequency.
Weather like this is meant for
retreating to your cave, naked and sleep-eyed.
Instead, I’m stuck in an over-heated cell
listening to a zit-faced Yorick
clown through a handful of lines.
“Now, a structured poem,” he says,
and I want to shake him,
bellow out, you nitwit! nothing
is structured, let alone your poetry
Even the biggest of things
can be destroyed with a single whisper,
and where is the
beauty or poetry in that?
I start to yell all of this
but the heat is increasing
and my words are faltering
and my pants are making
a permanent seal of sweat around my ass
and the moment is lost.
So I sit back down,
swat the odd fly,
stifle in the winter heat
as he talks on.
I don’t know how I’ll live through summer.
A Recital
yler HayesDigital Photography
Jozef Lisowski
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Now that I’m never quite surewhat I’m doing anymore
I stand decomposing
in the refrigerated leftovers of yesterday.
After centuries of silence,
Methuselah,
how do you do it when 1:36 am
becomes its thousandth repeat?
Beneath the surface of my skin
I am one degree below a boil
and drowning in white noise.
Nobody sees you either,
you’re so ordinary.
But they don’t know
you keep your head above water,
Methuselah,
you unsinkable, proud thing you,
for four-thousand
eight-hundred forty-two years
you never oncestopped swimming.
Methuselah
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Myst Adam Carey
Digital Photography
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I.
I don’t like when people touch me.
I am the awkward hugger; I cringe at kisses on the cheek; I am the person to suddenly spazz at a mere brush of hands. I
hate the feeling of something that’s not wood or plastic, and I’ll admit I prefer the faux leather of my bean-bag chair tothe texture of grass. God forbid me to willingly lie on top of something biodegradable, let alone touch another human
being.
So screw you and your kissy-kissy greetings and your false declarations that you love me because I haven’t seen you in
so long. I’m too shy for you people; let me read my life away instead.
II.
I’m no longer afraid of touching the ground. (Or people, for that matter, if you were wondering).
I don’t know what happened. Whatever it is, maybe it was too drastic of a change, because I’m running through life like
a wild child. “Let’s be natural!” I’m shouting at the girls with their layers of caked-on chemicals. “Let’s be humane!” I’m
screaming at the pigs with one-track minds. They hear me, but since when did my opinion matter? I’m the girl with the
matted hair and the dirty feet: I’m comfortable with making relationships now, but I have no one to do that with.
III.
I’m living through retrospect vision, glasses that act like what a kaleidoscope looks like on a bad acid trip. My present
isn’t really what I think it is, but instead it’s a giant rewind button that plays like a broken record. It’s messy, because
now I’m trudging along with what I used to do and what I do now, and they clash and collide, and I’m buried in two
people who aren’t the same at all.
IV.
“Let’s watch the stars.”
You manage to say that while you grin genuinely. You’re smiling, so how can I say no? You pick a tree to lie next to, and
then it’s all we need—body down, limbs sprawled out, faces first into a black pool of white dots. Because now we have the
opportunity of salvation: it’s got its little wings flapping against our faces; it’s got its beauty in the midst of our vulner-
able impulses.
And, my God, isn’t this beautiful? Your head rests on my stomach, and my hand strokes your hair. I realize this is what
harmony is, while our eyes tune out to the dark and leaves the flickering lampposts behind. We backtrack to the past
and the future and the present again and again, living it all through our life stories, the stupid screw-ups, and those ran-
dom embarrassing moments we laugh at now, but used to hate at the time. Suddenly, we take a turn into the deep end,
discussing God and fate and aliens and galaxies and parallel universes far out behind that curtain of stars. You think
aliens are using us for a reality television show. I think you’re mental, and I tell you so. You smile.
So we lose ourselves somewhere in between stupid stories and profound philosophies. It’s cold outside because our
laughs are turning into miniature white clouds; I think I’ve lost feeling in my hands. But I don’t mind that, as long as
I’m not what I used to be—a girl that’s an outcast no matter where she went.
Frostbite is much better than social suicide.
V.
One day, you destroyed my retrospect glasses—you took them off my face and stepped on them, breaking my past and
my nightmares until they were finely ground, the color of it a cross between puke green and assorted pixie stix. (Maybe
even a lava lamp, now that I think about it.)
I didn’t know what to do now that they were gone, whether I should cry or laugh or beat you into the ground.
So I did nothing, and you held my hand, kissed it, and told me, “You’re welcome.”
The Extent of a TouchMara Guevarra
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Adam Care
Colored Pencil, Penc
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I always felt that I was born into the perfect family,
with the perfect surname: Eager.
Eager was I, to enjoy life, to enjoy love.
And when I saw her blue eyes -
when Granville was brand new and wondrous -
when I saw the way she lifted her long skirt to cool off
when she thought nobody was looking,
I did enjoy love.
We enjoyed love together,
and my new wife Elizabeth
birthed the beautiful Harriet.
Mary joined us,
a short two years later.
From Wales I came, a transplant.
But I earned a degree,
made a name for myself:
Doctor Eager, eager to help.
But when Mary struck ill,
there was nothing I could do,
though I tried anything, everything,
to save our precious twelve year old.
I could not.
Harriet, a short two years later, only sixteen,
copied her sister in death,
as her sister had copied her in birth.
Elizabeth blamed me.Every day, for the rest of her life.
She struck ill, just like the rest.
It must have been the dresses,
too constricting for a woman her age.
I tried to save her.
She told me I would fail,
but I was stubborn.
As it happened, she was right.
About everything.
And I -
simply old and decrepit,
cracking under the weight of three deaths, three failures,
died, one year later.
The three of them gasped their final breath
on the 17th of their months.
I, however, died on the 18th.
Even in death, I failed.
P a u l E a g
e r , M
. D .
L i z B a l l
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Cupcake Mae Davis
Digital Photography
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Parisian StGabby Burnett
Digital Photography
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Dogs
It’s hard to put a price on this one,
but the man will do it anyways,
and some kid will reach deep into his corduroys,
where all the sums round up
and the art of driving a hard bargain is absent,
and emerge with a handful of singles.
Someone will say,
“That’s not how it works, son.
Go lower.”
And he will slide three dollars
back into the seat of his pants
and learn how to lie.
page eighteen
andMoney
Ash Gray
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Somewhere along the way,
I lost my shoes.
That’s okay.The linoleum isn’t too cold,
and sometimes
I need to be tethered,
but not too close.
The phone rings.
I wedge the jack
behind my big toe
and pull.
It dies.I lie down.
Across the floor,
the phone is still asleep,
and I’m dreaming.
6:59 am
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Ash Gray
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B o o t s
a n d L
a d d e
r s T y l e r H a
y e s
D i g i t a l P
h o t o g r a p h y
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MyMot h er ’ s F
a vor i t e
Untitled
D omi ni q u e B e a u
d r y
Oi l
I.
You tell me I’m not going insane,
but sane people don’t imagine chunks of burning flesh
while they’re watching cookies bake.
I’m afraid you’re too blinded by admiration
to recognize how my mind is slowly disintegrating.
II.
Sane people don’t associate insects with chocolateor corpses with flowers.
Sane people don’t associate death
with tokens of affection.
III.
My favorite flowers are delphiniums.
When others were placing roses on my father’s casket,
I placed a stalk of delphiniums.
I want you to buy me flowers,
and I want them to be delphiniums,
and I want you to understand
why they will always make me cry.
IV.
I told my brothers once
that if their lovers
ever burst into tears upon receiving a bouquet of flowers,
then they were completely nuts.
I think it may be time for me to re-evaluate
my definition of insanity.
Alyssa Rabel
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Chalet Tyler Hayes
Digital Photography
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“A Story Written in th
Envoy of BeAnnie Venable
Digital Photography
page twenty-fve
Too
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Aftermath of Reading
uty
I am face down, on a dirt road. The dirt is yellow, and I can smell it, feel the slightly
bigger particles grating on my forehead. Yet, I’m not getting up, because I don’t feel
like getting up.
I can hear someone walking towards me, but I don’t look at who’s passing.
The footsteps stop, and I can tell he is standing beside me.
“Why are you lying in the dirt?” The voice is deep, but he doesn’t sing bari-
tone.“Why do you care?” It’s none of his business.
“Well, most people don’t lay in the middle of the road.”
I scowl. “I ain’t most people.”
“Do you need help getting up?”
“I can pick my self up!”
“So why haven’t you?”
My teeth clench say before I say, “Because I don’t feel like it!”
“You sure?”
“Look, I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine.”
“I can’t just leave you like this.”
I sigh. “I was already in a bad mood, because I tripped, and now you won’t go!”
“What happened?”
I don’t want to tell him, but at the same time I have to tell somebody. “I made
a wrong turn, and I got lost. Then I tripped so here I am.”
“I understand. Hey, I’m from around here. Maybe I can help you there.”
I’m touched by his offer. Got that warm feeling in my chest like I just drank
something hot. “Okay, help me up?”
“Sure.” He doesn’t laugh at the irony.
He takes my hand, and pulls as I use my free hand to push. When I’m up, Idust my jeans. Then I look at him.
I like his dark brown eyes. They’ve just got this warmth to them, and I trust
this guy.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Haven Road.”
“Oh! It’s close. Just a mile that way and to the right.”
any C.S. Lewis Books”Abigail Gruchacz
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Point Cleaningmy sister speaks in question marks,
always allowing her insecurities to sneak in
somewhere between one capital and one suffix.
when she says,
“I love you,”
it comes out like she is surprised to find
something still beating in her chest.
my little brother uses question marks, too,always following one letter:
Y
He sprinkles them over estranged uncles (why)
and recessive aunts (why)
and divorces and wartimes and rapes on channel 6 -
he tacks in on to The Simplest Things
and the teacher gives him another letter,
F
because apparently he should just know.
Mama uses periods.
There is a waiting period,
a period for grief,
and her monthly period
where she gets to be bitchier than usual.
“I’m tired,” her throat mutters,
and we all fluff up her pillows
and tuck her deep inside herself,
peering in periodically to make sure she still breathes.
why? my brother asks me,
and my sister answers with a string of reassurance -
“don’t worry, it’s ok, i’m sure she’ll be fine?”
leaving it open-ended and gaping
since it wasn’t an answer anyway.
Jennifer Kronmiller
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Untitled Adele Bernard
Plaster
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The pugnacious professor, misquoting Jesus
in a polite, straightforward way:
“I have a dear friend who knows how to put down
anyone who believes otherwise.
Bones grinding by the light of power surges,
the closer prisoner’s attitude,
and the 35 year old actress founded upon ancient biblical verses
These are your lifejackets!”
Shuffling in my shoes while
the audience goes wild -
“I shouldn’t be alive,” I contribute.“I’m constantly amazed at people
worming through hypocrisy
as easily as the comics section,
as easily as death.”
In a polite, straightforward way
he points to the college that crashed in 2006
because it was corrupt and consumed and
still draws hundreds of students each year.
“Did the early church leaders offer students alternative views?
Does the bible include errors?”
No, he agrees, he didn’t think so.
Founded
Beliefs Jennifer Kronmiller
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cover image
Lights and H2O José Luis Salazar Espitia
Digital Photography
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B l u e M
i r r or
S pr i n g 2 0
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Molly Bruce Ash Gray Tyler Hayes
Jennifer Kronmiller Alyssa Rabel Mia de Los Reyes
Molly Bruce Tyler Hayes
Jennifer Kronmiller
Editor-in-Chief Literature Editor
Art Editor Production Editor
Maili Lim Jozef Lisowski Mara Guevarra Nick Liu
John Woodmansee
Strawbridge Studios
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