Landscape Architecture Portfolio - Mattie Wong by Day Planner Magazine

Mattie Wong Master’s in Landscape Architecture Graduate University of Minnesota wong.mattie@gmail.com +1 865 765 4790 Color dissonance created by the addition of certain backgrounds.

SKETCHBOOK SCENES

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Using my sketchbook is a very important part of my process. Here is a watercolor of the cliffs of Achill Island, Ireland.

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the way of the flood 4

LOCATION: Mississippi River SITE: Bird’s Point-New Madrid floodway CENTERING: flooding and spirituality

a forest for all 9

LOCATION: Quadra Island, BC SITE: forest parcel next to town CENTERING: accessibility

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LOCATION: Anacostia neighborhood, Washington DC. SITE: Defunct CSX rail line CENTERING: the community process

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LOCATION: various SITES: NYC, farms CENTERING: the client + sustainability

1. to move or to put (something) at the center again. 2. to cause (oneself or one’s thoughts or emotions) to become centered again Re-centering acknowledges that the centering has already happened before, that the knowledge already exists, if we turn our respectful focus towards it.

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the way of the flood STUDIO: Mississippi River Studio, Fall 2018 PROFESSOR: Matthew Tucker SITE: Bird’s Point-New Madrid floodway (site could be any site along the Mississippi, self-chosen by students)

Our relationship to the Mississippi River is one of control. This is especially true in the Bird’s Point- New Madrid floodway, south of Cairo, Illinois. This 133,000-acre parcel of corn and soy bean fields is walled off by two levees, and opened under emergency flood years. The last time this happened was 2011. Is there a different way of engaging with the floodway and allowing the river space? How do we begin to create this new (old) relationship?

Buena Vista Park, Alma Wisconsin

“In Southern Missouri, it was very lonely, because there were not a lot of people there.” Buena Vista Park, Alma Wisconsin

SHARON DAY: walked the Mississippi River as a type of pilgrammage, reconnecting to the river. Her whole journey can be accessed on YouTube, where we find that the Bird’s Point-New Madrid floodway is the lonliest part of her journey.

Barataria Preserve, Jean Lafitte National Park and Preserve Louisiana

GOOGLE EARTH: The opening of the floodway in 2011 caused the destruction of communities, and will continue to do so as climate change makes flooding more intense. Can we reimagine the floodway as a floodplain again, and can we bring people back simultaneously?

-Sharon Day, Ojibwe elder and Mississippi River Water Walks creator, reminiscing on her walk from the Mississippi River headwaters in Itasca, Minnesota, to the river’s mouth at Fort Jackson, Louisiana.

Barataria Preserve, Jean Lafitte National Park and Preserve Louisiana

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Levee Trails MAIN IDEA: break the front-line levee OUTCOME: a new trail system and spiritual and physical connection to the river CAIRO Charleston

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SET BACK LEVEE: trails, access to towns, access to water commons in wet season

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MODEL: layers of community. Communities are made of individuals, all bringing something different to the table to create a kaleidoscope of interactions. It was through contemplation of these ideas that Will Linscott and I decided to focus on celebrating accessibility in this collaborative studio project. model credit: Mattie Wong

a forest for all

STUDIO: Rural Construction Studio PROFESSOR: Mayur Mehta LOCATION: Quadra Island, BC SITE: forest parcel next to town

Quadra Island lies off the northeast coast of Vancouver Island in British Columbia. In a remote place like this, differing levels of ability often lead to challenges. Q-Forest, a private parcel of land adjacent to town, is already used as a pathway system for residents. These trails lack accessibility, but by turning our focus to creating a fully-accessible trail system, we can turn perceptions on their head and create moments of wonder that would not have been possible otherwise.

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All work shown in this section was rendered by Mattie Wong, though ideas, critique, and other renders not shown have been a collaboration between Mattie Wong and Will Linscott.

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proposed new road legend existing paths proposed accessible trails community network

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MAIN IDEA: trails accessbile by all OUTCOME: bringing a sense of adventure to accessible trails in a isolated place.

IDEA: an accessible path that stays at a datum to take users on an adventure, leveraging Q-Forest topography. COLLAB: ideas, siting: Mattie + Will. rendering shown: Mattie

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5 meters above forest floor

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boards along a curve create moments of view and obsurity

a 5% slope with landings allow for full accessibility

IDEA: An accessible bird blind that takes you up to the raven fly-way. COLLAB: siting, design: Mattie + Will. rendering shown: Mattie

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EXPLORATION FLEXIBILITY CONST. CRITIQUE PROCESS + CARE RELATIONSHIPS + TENACITY MULTIPLICITIES COLLABORATION

STUDIO: Capstone Studio, Spring 2020 PROFESSORS: Rebecca Krinke, Jessica Rossi-Mastracci LOCATION: Anacostia, WDC SITE: de-comissioned CSX rail Design education is the biggest gatekeeper in our field and thus a huge wall when it comes to the diversity and inclusion of our profession. What would a design school look like if the goals of DEI were taken as imperatives and the community was at the center? This design looks at reassigning values of design education and creates a space based on new values and futures.

MAIN IDEA: Take the abandonded CSX-rail next to Highway 295 and turn it into a design campus that responds to community needs depending on surrounding resources. OUTCOME: Different aspects of the school are located at critical points in the community, creating a porous relationship between the school and it’s students and the community. 13

OBJECTIVE: bare-boned structures that can be easily influenced and changed by the community, connected by a multi-use trail that newly links parts of Anacostia PROGRAMS: Rhino, Photoshop, Illustrator, hand drawing

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As a freelance designer, I often have the chance to work on a range of projects, directly with clients, or in collaboration with a business owner. Most of these projects are in NYC, through contractor work with SP Landscapes, a small, woman-owned business. Our collaboration has allowed the company to actively seek more clients interested in the entire process, design through construction. Working with farmers, my mapping ability becomes of importance to help plan for the years and the seasons ahead. In these projects, I work directly with farmers to create work that best fits their needs.

OBJECTIVES: design a structured/wild garden on a NYC terrace in full shade. SCOPE: plant selection, furniture selection, full design and render. To be built 2021 PROGRAMS: AutoCAD, Rhino, Illustrator, Photoshop

OBJECTIVE: play + education for client’s toddler, plus a crawler course for dad SCOPE: design, plant siting, documentation, rendering. To be built 2021. PROGRAMS: AutoCAD, Rhino, Illustrator, Photoshop 17

OBJECTIVE: an industrial greenwall SCOPE: grate selection, pattern design, documentation and rendering. To be built 2021 PROGRAMS: AutoCAD, Rhino, Illustrator, Photoshop 18

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What changed? Love – love is the mother of invention. One day I’m sitting at work, when my friend and coworker asks if I’m interested in being set up. She’s cute, smart, likes Star Trek, has a one-year old. I agree – and after hearing more, seeing a photo or two, I eagerly agree. We meet a while later at a double date in her town. We hit it off, even when the couple that introduced us was on the outs. A couple weeks later we have our first solo date – a Mexican-Peruvian place for dinner, followed by a BYOB arcade where she proves fierce at Mortal Kombat and we spend half an hour trying to take out a helicopter in a shooting game featuring Aerosmith. Fucking Helicopter, Fucking Aerosmith, we both think when we remember it. Fast forward nine months later and I’m at their apartment at least three days a week. They’re over at mine once a week or two, as well. I walk around home now and see they’ve left aprons, clothes, toys and toothbrushes that remind me that while my life remains my own, I’m not living it just for my sake, or for the sake of the longstanding friends and family I’ve already factored in. They’ve wormed their way into being essential. This morning routine I’m doing – I can’t imagine losing it, and already have trouble remembering what it felt like before it came to be. Routine becomes ritual when you give it value, when it strengthens your bonds with a boy still learning his nursery rhymes. When he’s going crazy and I want to bring him back to earth, I throw him into the rhyme:

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What Love – love is the ME: changed? Telling lies? mother of invention. One day I’m sitting work, when my friend and Jonah:atNo Papa! coworker asks if I’m interested in being set up.your She’s cute, smart, ME: Open mouth. likes Star Trek, has a one-year old. I Jonah: agree –Ha-ha-ha! and after hearing more, seeing a photo or two, I eagerly agree. Wenow. meetSure, a while at a double I’m thirty inlater a thousand date still in her town.but We hit itit off, ways that’s young, I feel justeven when the couple introduced us the same, in case you’rethat older than was on thetoward outs. Agatekeeping. couple weeks that and inclined have ourthey firstused solo date Thingslater achewe more than to. – a for dinner, I regretMexican-Peruvian eating what I eat, place both on by aand BYOB arcade where the dayfollowed in question cumulatively, she proves fierce at as the rolled-up damage ofMortal years. Kombat and we spend half anpensions hour trying to Financially, insurance and takeseem out alike helicopter in a shooting no longer the concerns of Aerosmith. Fucking anothergame life. featuring I look at my liquor shelf Aerosmith, we and myHelicopter, video gameFucking collection and both feel think whenor wearemember it. don’t quite regret, desire to abandon it, but rather a desire to Fastitforward nine months later right-size to what’s ahead. and I’m at their apartment at least three days aMeg’s week.taken They’re I see the pictures of over at mine once a week two, as well. her family and primed foror hanging I walk around home now and see in her apartment, whenever we find they’ve the frames andleft theaprons, time. I clothes, think of toys and toothbrushes thattook remind me that the home videos my dad on that while my life remains my own, toddler-sized 1980’s camcorder whenI’m not living fordeeper my sake, I was growing up.it Ijust grow in or for theasake of the longstanding sync with woman who still finds mefriends and family I’ve already worthwhile, and watch a childfactored change in. They’ve into being a little each day.wormed This is their a life way worth This morning living, essential. worth investing in, worthroutine I’m doing I can’t imagine losing it, and nurturing and–protecting. already have trouble remembering what it felt like before it came to be. Something-something-the-abyssstares-into-you. You wake up earlier Routine when you all the time and becomes learn youritual can handle it value,and when it strengthens your it. Yougive meal-prep learn you can bonds withand a boy still learning juggle two cooks a toddler in littlehis nursery rhymes. When going more than a galley kitchen. Youhe’s watch crazy I want to Syndrome bring him back to Cars until theand Stockholm I throw into the rhyme: kicks inearth, and you starthim to appreciate its rhythm. You stop wondering so much

ME: Cars Jonah, Jonah?! what World War II, Cars Jimi Hendrix and Cars breakfast could be Jonah: Yes, Papa?all referenced in the like, since they’re film but a human is never seen. The ME: Eating sugar?go away – you find nitpicking doesn’t a balance. Jonah: No, Papa! I write things like this while Jonah ME: Telling lies? when I’m at Meg’s naps. Sometimes place, I’ll be in the mood to game or Jonah: No – Papa! eat terribly and often when I’m at my own home, without her and the ME:I’ll Open mouth. boy, wishyour it was a night when I wasn’t. When we get back from a Jonah: Ha-ha-ha! day at the park or the grocery store, Jonah will often insist we carry him I’m thirty now. Sure, inmy a thousand upstairs. When hands are full, it’s ways that’s still young, butopportunity I feel it just for him a problem, and an the same, in caseBut you’re older to grow. I know hethan won’t ask it that andforever, inclinedand toward gatekeeping. someday I won’t be able Things to ache morehim. than they used he’s to. light. indulge For now, I regret eating what I eat, both on the day We in question cumulatively, get him and upstairs and feed him as the rolled-up damage of years. dinner. After another hour of playing Financially, insurance and–pensions and TV and books and seriously, no longer seem like concerns ofand not it was like sixthe books tonight anothereven life. my I look at myones liquor shelf to him, favorite to read and my where video game collection and sounds I get to make gorilla don’t quite feel regret, or a desire bear – we or snore like a hibernating to abandon it, but rather a desire to put him to bed. The shadow puppets right-size it toanwhat’s ahead. make encore as we tuck him in. I go back to the kitchen and finish I see themaking pictures Meg’ssoft taken of with cotjia chicken tacos her family and and primed forbeans hanging cheese black for dinner, in her apartment, whenever we find hoping I can finish my work and the frames andsome the time. I think of with the watch Captain America the home videos dad took on that lady. I’m my exhausted – and yet there’s toddler-sized 1980’s a purpose thatcamcorder propels mewhen forward I was growing up. Iactual grow energy deepermight. in better than sync with a woman who still finds me worthwhile, andthis watch a child Adding dynamic tochange my life seems a little each day. This is acame life worth to validate all that before, no living, worth in, worth matterinvesting how pointless or awful. Maybe nurturing andbecause protecting. that’s it resembles finding a home. Maybe it’s because it’s given Something-something-the-abyssme the nerve to adjust or abandon stares-into-you. wakethe upwork. earlierBut I things thatYou needed all the time can handle thinkand it’slearn aboutyou someone having your it. Youback, meal-prep and you can sharing inlearn the chance to craft juggle two cooks and a toddler in littlewhen something new. It’s knowing more than galley watch andahow to kitchen. make thatYou change that’s Cars until Stockholm Syndrome thethe chall– kicks in and you start to appreciate its rhythm.Hold Youon. stopHe’s wondering muchme. awake. so Excuse

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VOL 2 :: SUMMER 2017

WRITINGS :: CREATIONS :: PHOTOGRAPHY

Christopher Ronan Conway

Caitlyn Edwards

Alexandra Haniford

DAY 23: ON THE ROAD TO CHACOStephanie Dinkmeyer CULTURE Martin Phillip

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‘Meditation Beings for Day Planner’ :: Joani Maher

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Billy awoke again to the soft sound of rain on the tent. He knew before opening his eyes that it wasn’t really raining, wind was just knocking dew drops from the leaves to make a fine simulation of rain. When his eyes finally came around, he saw the inside of his yellow tent illuminated, as always, in the flat gray light of the sickly sun.

A fishing boat on the nearby bay revved up and began to putter and splash unseen on its way out to sea. As the engine’s rumbled faded into the gray nothing, it was replaced by the soft lowing of a ship beyond the fog. Stumbling out of his tent, Billy stretched his back and cocked his head to each side, vertebrae cracking like ice in the sun. Staring vacantly out into the woods, through the trees that hid the bay, he reached down into one of Blue’s saddlebags and fished out a flaked metal blue mug and a dented half full plastic container of Folgers with the label missing. From the large black bag strapped to Blue’s rear fender he extracted a drawstring bag containing a single burner camping stove.

For good or ill, the quiet moments are few and far between – when the toddler naps midday, or after we read books and tuck him into bed at night. Hell, I’m writing this while the boy sleeps. I’d be lying if I told you the routine as unimaginable a year ago – I always saw myself eventually building a family life and falling into a pattern not unlike this one. Still, it’s a paradigm shift from where I was in 2017: single, fearful because of the coming of Trumplandia, doing the

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NATALIA MOENA is a Brooklyn based photographer who specializes in the beauty industry. In her spare time she enjoys taking her chihuahua, Tina, out for walks as a way to lure people to getting their portraits taken.

SARAH PEKOVITCH is the owner of SP Landscapes; a full service landscape firm that provides design, installation and maintenance to residential and commercial clients in New York. If you need a plant email sarah.pekovitch@ gmail.com or visit her SHOP at www. splandscapedesign.com

Billy shuffled back to the picnic table, and began to assemble the stove. His head seemed to track the movements of his hands, but lazily, wobbling slightly on his neck as he extended the stoves legs, screwed the pump into the red fuel bottle, connected it to the stove’s hose, pumped the bottle 22 times to pressurize the fuel. He released a bit of cold liquid fuel into a small tray under the burner and lit it with a match. The pale flame danced around the base of the stove, heating the fuel line and atomizer. As it died down Billy opened the valve on the fuel bottle, sending liquid fuel through the now-heated atomizer and turning it to gas.

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photography by Natalia Moena styled by Sarah Pekovitch

Billy struggled into a sitting position and stuck his sockless feet out the door, where he slid them through damp, chilly air into his stiff leather boots. The leather stuck and rubbed against his bare feet.

He means the 2006 Pixar film Cars, which he has now seen so many times in the last few months that the DVD is beginning to degrade, skip, and show artifacts on the television screen. I’m in love with his mother, Meg – that means I’ve seen Cars thirty or forty times, at minimum. I can quote it, analyze it, write a research paper on it. I can provide commentary on how Cars 2 was a travesty based on a juvenile spy subplot, revolving around the most superficially entertaining character, played by Larry the Cable Guy, who gets a few lines among the best in the first movie and way too many in the second. I can tell you how Cars 3 is a return to form that makes the second feel like it never happened, and updates the universe with a soundtrack fueled by blues rock and tells a real story about knowing when to grow, give up, pass on. I can feel Cars sneaking into my brain during the quiet moments, when my guard’s down, ready to lo-jack me to it.

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ABOVE: The covers of volumes 1 and 2 of DAY PLANNER.

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I wake to Jonah from his He means theup 2006 Pixaryelling film Cars, periodic, like a pulse. which room he has–now seen so many timesI can’t hearfew exactly what he’s saying in the last months that the DVDyet, is because his mother and I are down a beginning to degrade, skip, and show long, horror-film-length apartment artifacts on the television screen. I’m stumbleMeg up, – wait in lovehallway. with his Imother, thatfor the to return to myor head and feeling meansblood I’ve seen Cars thirty forty feet, then amble down times,to at my minimum. I can quote it, to his room. Jonah is yelling that he hurt his analyze it, write a research paper – this, somehow, happening on it. finger I can provide commentary on in the cribaovernight. I putonona my how Cars 2 was travesty based iPhone flashlight and pullaround his hand juvenile spy subplot, revolving towards me, peer at each finger, flip the most superficially entertaining the hand over, look again. All looks character, played by Larry the Cable fine.gets Whatever he did, it’s the seemingly Guy, who a few lines among bymovie now. and way too best inpassed the first many in the second. I can tell you how he’s notmakes concerned Cars 3An is ainstant returnlater, to form that that Ifeel came inittonever see that he was hurt, the second like happened, doesn’t care that I woke and updates the universe with aup. He’s just happyfueled that I’m he can soundtrack by here bluessorock andbe lifted the about crib and onto his bedroom tells a out real of story knowing when floor toup, playpass withon. hisItoys. My phone? to grow, give can feel One of the toys. He sees that I have Cars sneaking into my brain during the phone’s flashlight activated the quiet moments, when my guard’s to hand, and asks down,check ready his to lo-jack me to it. me to point it at the ceiling so he can watch the shadows appear. He asks his For good or ill, that the quiet moments I to do–this sometimes are fewmother and farand between when the before he goes to bed – I’ll make a toddler naps midday, or after we shadow of ainto barking dog, or read books andpuppet tuck him bed at I’m feeling silly and will be night. ifHell, I’m writing this tired, while it the an indeterminate monster boy sleeps. I’d be lying digit if I told you that is eatingashis mother’s hand (she’s also the routine unimaginable a year digit monster, growling in a deep ago – Iaalways saw myself eventually voice, “I love building a family lifeyou andJonah. falling GO intoTO SLEEP”). a pattern not unlike this one. Still, it’s a paradigm shift from where I was Then, thefearful princebecause announces his real in 2017: single, of the agenda: “watch moviecars?”, coming of Trumplandia, doing the he asks.

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ALIEN ‘A Distant Land’

WATCH IT SLIP AN ALIEN’S GUIDE SEVERANCE Jordan Jenkins Christopher Ronan Conway TO DATING Anna Hovland THE FATE OF UCHUBITU MEN KOJUN Emily Rampone Alex Gennette Natasha Bennetts EYES, NOSE, MOUTH AGORAPHOBIA MARMALAISE

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same thing I’d been doing ME:bachelor Jonah, Jonah?! for years. I spent most of my money on beer & whiskey, Jonah: Yes, Papa? on video games, on tacos and nachos and pizza. I got up when I wanted, and went to sleep ME: Eating sugar? a few hours after my body gave the signal toNo, turnPapa! it in. Jonah:

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Christopher Ronan Conway

ABOVE: The covers of volumes 1 and 2 of DAY PLANNER.

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same bachelor thing I’d been doing for years. I spent most of my money on beer & whiskey, on video games, on tacos and nachos and pizza. I got up when I wanted, and went to sleep a few hours after my body gave the signal to turn it in.

:: Corey Westendorf

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Then, the prince announces his real agenda: “watch moviecars?”, he asks.

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James Conkling

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An instant later, he’s not concerned that I came in to see that he was hurt, doesn’t care that I woke up. He’s just happy that I’m here so he can be lifted out of the crib and onto his bedroom floor to play with his toys. My phone? One of the toys. He sees that I have the phone’s flashlight activated to check his hand, and asks me to point it at the ceiling so he can watch the shadows that appear. He asks his mother and I to do this sometimes before he goes to bed – I’ll make a shadow puppet of a barking dog, or if I’m feeling silly and tired, it will be an indeterminate digit monster that is eating his mother’s hand (she’s also a digit monster, growling in a deep voice, “I love you Jonah. GO TO SLEEP”).

James Conkling

Benjamin Walker

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I wake up to Jonah yelling from his room – periodic, like a pulse. I can’t hear exactly what he’s saying yet, because his mother and I are down a long, horror-film-length apartment hallway. I stumble up, wait for the blood to return to my head and feeling to my feet, then amble down to his room. Jonah is yelling that he hurt his finger – this, somehow, happening in the crib overnight. I put on my iPhone flashlight and pull his hand towards me, peer at each finger, flip the hand over, look again. All looks fine. Whatever he did, it’s seemingly passed by now.

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26 NATASHA BENNETTS is from the Flathead Valley in Montana. They like hikes and bikes and human connection. You can catch more of their work at flickr.com/photos/ natashabennetts.

NATASHA BENNETTS is from the Flathead Valley in Montana. They like hikes and bikes and human connection. You can catch more of their work at flickr.com/photos/ natashabennetts.

‘A Distant Land’

JUST A SLIVER .85 MILLIGRAMS RUST/EASE ROAD TO Jordan CHACOJenkins Becca Brewer Benjamin Walker CULTURE :: Martin Phillip CHAKRAS SEVEN THE RAGGED LAYOUT + EDITORIAL LAYOUT + EDITORIAL STROBE LIGHT RESPLENDENT COAST ‘Meditation Beings for Day Planner’ :: Joani Maher

lightness in our andwithout in our lives that just cannot be present without darkness. DAY PLANNER was conceived as a wayideas. to encourage finishing projects and exploring theideas. lightness in our souls and in our livesthe that just cannot besouls present darkness. DAY PLANNER was conceived as a way to encourage finishing projects and exploring Sometimes, wework needon isthose a deadline help buckle down and work on those thingsPrompted we put off with only the word, “Lightness”, Prompted withapproach only the word, Sometimes, all we need is a deadline to help us buckle down all and thingstowe putusoff our artists death,“Lightness”, souls, duty, our artists approach death, souls, duty, day-in and day-out. Life hasrealize a way of sneaking up on you and suddenly you realize you’ve set aside day-in and day-out. Life has a way of sneaking up on you and suddenly you you’ve set aside freedom, and our perspective in this infinity. freedom, and our perspective in this infinity. your creative for six months, a magazine year, or even your creative goals for six months, a year, or even longer. DP goals is a contributor-based thatlonger. DP is a contributor-based magazine that artists the platform display whatever work they can finalize by the submission date. We gives our artists the platform to display whatevergives workour they can finalize by theto submission date. We Welcome to the light, and the dark, readers. hope words and pictures enlighten, surprise, and perhaps inspire you to start withWelcome renewed to the light, and the dark, readers. hope our words and pictures enlighten, surprise, and our perhaps inspire you to start with renewed enthusiasm on projects enthusiasm on projects inspired by your own unique brilliance. -MW inspired by your own unique brilliance. -MW

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WATCH IT SLIP AN ALIEN’S GUIDE SEVERANCE DAY PLANNER Jordan Jenkins Christopher Ronan Conway TO DATING Anna Hovland THE FATE OF UCHUBITU :: MEN KOJUN Emily Rampone Alex Gennette EYES, NOSE, MOUTH AGORAPHOBIA MARMALAISE ::

Becca Brewer

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Tomeasure measuredarkness. lightness,To wehold simultaneously To measure lightness, we simultaneously an object in measure darkness. To hold an object in our hand andits sayweight, “this isthe light”, we are talking about its weight, the amount of gravity our hand and say “this is light”, we are talking about amount of gravity exerted on piece. talk about the shadows in a room is to talk about the light exerted on the piece. To talk about the shadows in athe room is toTo talk about the light casting the shadows that are sowe unnerving casting the shadows that are so unnerving and beautiful to us. In fact, would notand beautiful to us. In fact, we would not understand if it weren’t the dark. This issue of DP gets at that conundrum, understand light if it weren’t for the dark. This issuelight of DP gets at thatfor conundrum,

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Sarah Pekovitch Sarah Pekovitch 25 THE RAGGED COAST....................................................................Martin Phillip 25 THE RAGGED COAST....................................................................Martin Phillip 26 FREEDOM IS JUST OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.................................Emily Rampone 26 FREEDOM IS JUST OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.................................Emily Rampone 27 CONCLUSION................................................................................Christopher Ronan Conway 27 CONCLUSION................................................................................Christopher Ronan Conway

cover image Natalia Moena + Sarah Pekovitch cover image Natalia Moena + Sarah Pekovitch on the web at dayplannermag.com

Christopher Ronan Conway

illustrations by Joani Maher

10 SEVEN CHAKRAS STROBE LIGHT................................................Anna Hovland 10 SEVEN CHAKRAS STROBE LIGHT................................................Anna Hovland 11 RESPLENDENT..............................................................................Amy Broderick 11 RESPLENDENT..............................................................................Amy Broderick 12 DESERT DAZE................................................................................Natasha Bennetts 12 DESERT DAZE................................................................................Natasha Bennetts 17 RUST/EASE.....................................................................................Benjamin Walker 17 RUST/EASE.....................................................................................Benjamin Walker 20 ON LIGHTNESS..............................................................................Natalia Moena 20 ON LIGHTNESS..............................................................................Natalia Moena

DSEVEN CHAKRAS STROBE LIGHT on the web at dayplannermag.com

James Conkling

RUST/EASE

WRITINGS :: CREATIONS :: PHOTOGRAPHY

Benjamin Walker

DAY PLANNER was conceived out of a desire to support creative friends and encourage them to get work done. The idea is to hand contributors an invitation: whatever project you are able to complete by the deadline will be published in the magazine. The competitive factor shifts from others to an internal determination. Three volumes in, and many contributors have stayed, while others have used DP as a jumping off point for further creative pursuits.

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04 .85 MILLIGRAMS...........................................................................Becca Brewer 04 .85 MILLIGRAMS...........................................................................Becca Brewer 04 AOF BRIEF MEDITATION ON THE GRAVITY OF LIGHTNESS..........Davis Shoulders 04 A BRIEF MEDITATION ON THE GRAVITY LIGHTNESS..........Davis Shoulders 06 JUST A SLIVER................................................................................Jordan Jenkins 06 JUST A SLIVER................................................................................Jordan Jenkins MY HOME HAS A LOT OF LIGHT Haniford IN IT........................................Alexandra Haniford 06 MY HOME HAS A LOT OF LIGHT IN06 IT........................................Alexandra

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WHERE WE MAKE OUR STAND

Benjamin Walker

UNUSUAL OCCURENCES IN THE DESERT

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Running a magazine for and by people who need a deadline to manifest their creativity

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SCOPE: founder, editor, layout, point-of-contact, distributor

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project you are able to complete by published in the magazine. The co from others to an internal determin in, and many contributors have stay used DP as a jumping off point for fu

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With its dying burst, the pale flame sparked the gas coming out of the burner

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what Cars World War II, Cars Jimi Hendrix and Cars breakfast could be like, since they’re all referenced in the film but a human is never seen. The nitpicking doesn’t go away – you find a balance.

Christopher Ronan Conway

THE RAGGED COAST Martin Phillip

Billy awokethe again to the it, bringing the burner to life with above it, bringing burner tosoft life sound with of rain forest. above The towns fared little better against on roar. the tent. knew before his a jet-blue roar. Billy the last of a jet-blue BillyHe emptied the lastopening of the advance of twisted bark,emptied raising only eyes that into it wasn’t really his water bottle intothe a small that had his water bottle a small potraining, that hadwind was small white steeples above pine,pot their just knocking dewstove, dropsand from the leaveslittle to white beencrosses packedlost in with the stove, and placed been packed in with the placed in the fog above. make a fine of rain. When his it on the to warm. Hebuilt dumped of it on the burner to simulation warm. He dumped of The houses andburner buildings were not eyescoffee finallyinto came around, saw the inside the instant coffee flecked the instant the fleckedheblue from wood and stone, as into they the seemed in ablue of resented his yellowthe tent illuminated, as always,certain in mug. the little dirt-colored mug. He little dirt-colored light,He butresented contrived from fog and flatmug, gray light of the sickly sun. mound insalt. his mug, and dreamed moundthe in his and dreamed of real, hardened by the Perhaps, after so of real, percolated,of slow-drip, anything-butpercolated, slow-drip, anything-butmany generations fishermen’s intimate Billy struggled into a sitting position and instant-fucking-coffee. instant-fucking-coffee. moments on deck in a silent fog, even the stuck his sockless feet out the door, where people here are now more salt and spray slid them through chilly He lit and sat on the bench to He lit ahe cigarette, and sat on damp, the bench toair into than bone anda cigarette, flesh. leather boots. The leather stuck wait for the water to boil. wait forhis thestiff water to boil. and rubbed against his bare feet. He was heading East to Quoddy Head When the “coffee” waspoint ready, When the “coffee” was ready, Billy steeled lighthouse, the most Eastern in Billy the steeled fishingthe boat on dusty the nearby up Just himself foul,stood dustyon taste. He himselfAagainst foul, taste.bay He revvedUS. a yearagainst earlier the he had andcups, begansmoked to putter andcigarettes, splash unseen on drank two cups, three cigarettes, drank two three Cape Flattery, in the farsmoked Northwest corner outand to sea. As itthe engine’s packed upHe camp ontoinBlue. packedits upway camp loaded onto Blue. rumbled of Washington. felt and like loaded he had it been fadedthings into the gray nothing, it was All ofthen, thesebuzzing things happened All of these happened more or less replaced a daze since from one more ear ofor less by the soft Billy lowing of a ship at thestraight same time. Billyto drifted from one at the same time. drifted frombeyond one the fog. the country through the other. out of his tent, Billyany, stretched task another, never reallyhave finishing any, task to Stumbling another, never really finishing When he settooff this way, he must back and hisanother. head to each thoughtbefore he started or resumed before his he started or cocked resumed the East would help clear hisanother. head. side, vertebrae cracking ice in He have unclipped theattent’s rainnaiveté, fly, sipped He unclipped the tent’s rain fly,like sipped He would laughed his own the sun. Staring vacantly out into the “coffee,” the stakes over to his “coffee,” carried the stakes over to but thehis stern gaze ofcarried the haughty Victorian woods, that hid the mansions theadvised table, put a cigarette in his mouth, the table, put athrough cigarettethe in trees his mouth, against laughter. down into walked over to Blue to retrieve the tent walkedbay, overhe toreached Blue to retrieve theone tentof Blue’s and fished out bag a flaked bag, litrainforests his cigarette, put the tent bag on bag, litsaddlebags his cigarette, put the tent on The emerald of Cape Flattery metal bluehis mug and a dented half full had been theprimeval table, rolled hiswet, sleeping the table, rolled sleeping bag. Despite - lush, warm.bag. Despite plastic container with the Here, under the total of thought order, Billy the total lack of thought of or Folgers order, Billy thelack tattered brim oforAmerica’s label missing. From the large black bagtricornhad his two cups of coffee, had drank his two cups of coffee, smoked hat,drank the forest is primordial. It issmoked strapped to Blue’s rear extracted his three cigarettes, packed his three cigarettes, packed upfender his lifehe and damp, old, heavy, and patient. Theup seahis life and a drawstring bag containing possessions andwith prepared to depart in possessions and prepared to departainsingle breathes on the forest the rattle of burner camping stove. about 25 minutes pretty much about 25 minutes - pretty much average for an old Protestant staring -silently at his average for Billy. cousin. It endures like the Billy. ill-mannered Billy shuffled back to the picnic table, smell decaying fish and empty husks of andstate began to assemble he said out loud. “Fucking parks,” he saidthe outstove. loud. His lobster“Fucking discardedstate alongparks,” stone beaches. headfelt seemed movements of His words felt hollow as they crossed his His words hollowtoastrack theythe crossed his hisa hands, lazily, wobbling slightly on lips with a lifeless thud. They caught and lips with lifelessbut thud. They caught and The breath of the sea clung to Billy, neck as he extended stoves legs,enveloped twisted thewelcomed cobwebs of early morning twistedhis in the cobwebs of early the morning him,inand him home. screwed pumpofinto the red fuel bottle, mist a foot or so in front of him, and stared mist a foot or sothe in front him, and stared it to280 the miles stove’saway hose, pumped back at Billy. He was 280 miles away from back atconnected Billy. He was from the bottle 22 timestotospeak pressurize them before he ventured to speak again. them before he ventured again.the fuel. He released a bit of cold liquid fuel into a MARTIN PHILLIP is a DC-based author small tray under burner and lit it with and aspiring Billy rode East along thepast ragged coast. lunatic. Over the Billy rode East along thethe ragged coast. a match. a drop of traveled rain fell,over yet in short order threeNot years, he has Not a drop of rain fell, yet in short order themiles mist had collected sufficiently onto 30,000 by motorcycle, crossing the mist had collected sufficiently onto flame danced as around Billy so4that hevia was soaked as if he’d times theasback roads Billy soThe thatpale he was as soaked if he’dthe base the country the stove, heating the fuel line and passed under an Oklahoma and small towns of 43 states. He isthunderhead. passed of under an Oklahoma thunderhead. atomizer. As it around died down Blueworking and Billy onskirted his firstaround novel, airon blue Blue and Billy skirted ironBilly blueopened currently the valve theand fuelthe bottle, sending liquidpsyched-out inlets. Itsci-fi wasadventure low tide, and the based onshoreline inlets. It was lowon tide, shoreline fuel through theofnow-heated atomizer and was spotted with piles of yellow seaweed, was spotted with piles yellow seaweed, his travels. turning it to gas. the color of pus and dehydrated urine. the color of pus and dehydrated urine. Wooden three-story houses faced Wooden three-story houses faced With itsthe dying burst, the pale flame resolutely into the salty wind, barely resolutely into salty wind, barely the gas coming out of the burner holding back a gnarled and untamed holdingsparked back a gnarled and untamed

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forest. The towns fared little better against the advance of twisted bark, raising only small white steeples above the pine, their little white crosses lost in the fog above. The houses and buildings were not built from wood and stone, as they seemed in a certain light, but contrived from fog and hardened by the salt. Perhaps, after so many generations of fishermen’s intimate moments on deck in a silent fog, even the people here are now more salt and spray than bone and flesh. He was heading East to Quoddy Head lighthouse, the most Eastern point in the US. Just a year earlier he had stood on Cape Flattery, in the far Northwest corner of Washington. He felt like he had been in a daze since then, buzzing from one ear of the country straight through to the other. When he set off this way, he must have thought the East would help clear his head. He would have laughed at his own naiveté, but the stern gaze of the haughty Victorian mansions advised against laughter. The emerald rainforests of Cape Flattery had been primeval - lush, wet, warm. Here, under the tattered brim of America’s tricorn hat, the forest is primordial. It is damp, old, heavy, and patient. The sea breathes on the forest with the rattle of an old Protestant staring silently at his ill-mannered cousin. It endures like the smell decaying fish and empty husks of lobster discarded along stone beaches. The breath of the sea clung to Billy, enveloped him, and welcomed him home.

MARTIN PHILLIP is a DC-based author and aspiring lunatic. Over the past three years, he has traveled over 30,000 miles by motorcycle, crossing the country 4 times via the back roads and small towns of 43 states. He is currently working on his first novel, a psyched-out sci-fi adventure based on his travels.

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Christopher Ronan Conway

I write things like this while Jonah naps. Sometimes when I’m at Meg’s place, I’ll be in the mood to game or eat terribly – and often when I’m at my own home, without her and the boy, I’ll wish it was a night when I wasn’t. When we get back from a day at the park or the grocery store, Jonah will often insist we carry him upstairs. When my hands are full, it’s a problem, and an opportunity for him to grow. But I know he won’t ask it forever, and someday I won’t be able to indulge him. For now, he’s light. We get him upstairs and feed him BENJAMIN WALKER currently writes and works as a civil servant in Harrisburg, dinner. After another hour of playing Pennsylvania. He received an MFA in and TV and books – and seriously, Creative Writing from Hollins University it was like six books tonight and not in 2012. His poetry has previously even my favorite ones to read to him,appeared in PANK, SOFTBLOW, Mobius: where I get to make gorilla sounds The Journal of Social Change, Prick of or snore like a hibernating bear – we the Spindle, and OccuPoetry, among put him to bed. The shadow puppetsother publications. make an encore as we tuck him in. I go back to the kitchen and finish making chicken soft tacos with cotjia cheese and black beans for dinner, hoping I can finish my work and watch some Captain America with the lady. I’m exhausted – and yet there’s a purpose that propels me forward better than actual energy might.

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BENJAMIN WALKER currently writes and works as a civil servant in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. He received an MFA in Creative Writing from Hollins University in 2012. His poetry has previously appeared in PANK, SOFTBLOW, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Prick of the Spindle, and OccuPoetry, among other publications.

Emily Rampone

Adding this dynamic to my life seems to validate all that came before, no matter how pointless or awful. Maybe that’s because it resembles finding a home. Maybe it’s because it’s given me the nerve to adjust or abandon things that needed the work. But I think it’s about someone having your back, sharing in the chance to craft something new. It’s knowing when and how to make that change that’s the chall– Hold on. He’s awake. Excuse me.

EMILY RAMPONE describes policy and politics by day and welcomes this opportunity to use her own voice at night. She hopes the reader will find this piece more compelling than technical accounts of federal rulemaking procedure. She lives in DC with her two cats and husband.

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A woman, a warrior. Cast by a man enslaved. Freedom is outside my window.

Emily Rampone

Sitting six floors high, ensnared in comfort Caught between earth and heaven Cells of marble, iron, glass keep me from her.

Eternal optimist, seeking an ally Even here, Earth promises renewal waltzing pink blossoms, a May snowfall Freedom is - afterall outside.

writer, photographer, player Eternalstudent, optimist, seeking an ally of the accordion, currently based out of Even here, Earth promises renewal Minneapolis. Lover of old city blocks and waltzing blossoms, May snowfall thepink layered years ofastories on them. Freedom is - afterall outside.

Tethered to ego, paralyzed by the possibility

EMILY RAMPONE describes policy of letting it go and politics by day and welcomes Routine restrains me. this opportunity to use her own voice Guilt precludes me from shedding at night. She hopes the reader will its chains. find this piece more compelling than technical accounts of federal ruleHeaven making procedure. She lives in DC with is patient. her two cats and husband.

She is time itself, an intoxicating invitation to frail humans. Freedom - maybe just is.

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A woman, a warrior. Cast by a man enslaved. Freedom is outside my window.

Sitting six floors high, ensnared in comfort Caught between earth and heaven Cells of marble, iron, glass keep me from her.

CHRISTOPHER RONAN CONWAY is a

Tethered to ego, paralyzed by the possibility of letting it go Routine restrains me. Guilt precludes me from shedding its chains. Heaven is patient. She is time itself, an intoxicating invitation to frail humans. Freedom - maybe just is.

Conclusion: at your somephone point today, you reached over and placed your phone Conclusion: at some point today, you reached over and placed On your table, face-down, and became tired. The final placements On your bedside table, face-down, and became tired. Thebedside final placements your belongings, unopened letters, postcards and papers scattered Of your belongings, unopened letters, postcardsOf and papers scattered And permanent, an incoming call vibrating the wooden table as you die. And permanent, an incoming call vibrating the wooden table as you die. Drawing like a heaving of a survivor’s bucket from a lifeboat Drawing each breath like a heaving of a survivor’s bucketeach frombreath a lifeboat Deluged and battered, each splash of oxygen a victory of deferment Deluged and battered, each splash of oxygen a victory of deferment Here your in thefamily liminal moments we wait together before your family arrives, Here in the liminal moments we wait together before arrives, Too still tostably, die, organs having failed too far to live, waiting stably, Too stable still to die, organs having failed too far to stable live, waiting Sketching your face, reading you poetry from a Christian year-calendar Sketching your face, reading you poetry from a Christian year-calendar RONAN CONWAY is a With such diversity—Roman Catholic, Protestant, Evangelical, convert, WithCHRISTOPHER such diversity—Roman Catholic, Protestant, Evangelical, convert, student, writer, photographer, player Malcolm Muggeridge and C.S. Lewis abounding. Once you were young, Malcolm Muggeridge and C.S. Lewis abounding. Once you were young, of the accordion, currently based out of Even minutes young EvenMinneapolis. minutes ago young enough to scroll through your phone,ago your texts,enough to scroll through your phone, your texts, Lover of old city blocks and The texts and messages from your children, your friends on Facebook The texts and messages from the layered years of stories onyour them.children, your friends on Facebook Which eventhese will memorialize your profile for you in death, these elements Which even will memorialize your profile for you in death, elements Of modern Of modern media too tawdry to poetify, yet elements of yourmedia life alltoo thetawdry same, to poetify, yet elements of your life all the same, readdown, and looked, became tired, and set your phone down, face-down, And you read and looked, became tired, and set And youryou phone face-down, And your hands, breaths slower and slower in their wayward coming. And folded your hands, breaths slower and slower in folded their wayward coming. grandmother diedgazes quickly—from her remarks and her discerning gazes My grandmother died quickly—from her remarksMy and her discerning Of the room progeny around her, down in minutes to the bright oblivion Of the room and progeny around her, down in minutes to theand bright oblivion That her ruined lungs generated That her ruined lungs generated for her. Other deaths I have seen came sharp for her. Other deaths I have seen came sharp astonishing, And astonishing, bodies torn and broken beforeAnd the final rushing bodies coma. torn and broken before the final rushing coma. In thistowards room isthe only a parabola’s end: trajectory down towards the foundation, In this room is only a parabola’s end: trajectory down foundation, Sailing soft on momentum. From an unshifting still mouth, each watery breath Sailing soft on momentum. From an unshifting still mouth, each watery breath Declining a halt like andeath. engine cut and depowered, into a considerate death. Declining to a halt like an engine cut and depowered, into to a considerate

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CREDITS FOR THE WORK DEPICTED THESE SPREADS: CREDITS FOR THE WORK DEPICTED IN THESE IN SPREADS: Natasha Benjamin Bennetts, Walker, Benjamin Walker, Sarah Petkovich, Natasha Bennetts, Sarah Petkovich, Natalia Moena, Martin Phillips, Emily Rampone, and Natalia Moena, Martin Phillips, Emily Rampone, and Christopher Ronan Conway. Christopher Ronan Conway.

OBJECTIVE: redesign a dangerous interchange in Eindhoven’s park system COLLABORATION: Will Linscott, Jianchen Zhu TIME LIMIT: 4 hours CURRENT CONDITIONS

all drawn by Mattie Wong

PROPOSAL SKETCHES 1. Overview with daylighting. 2. Necessary topo shifts. 3. Water flows and integration into stream.