Firelight Not
far
from the
we drove
river
stakes and poles
deep, the earth soft
from early
rain.
Bags
spread, tents raised,
we
kindled a low
The cookware:
fire.
forks,
pots, spoons, a jackknife, all
baptized in the coldness
of the river.
Later, the as the
smoke
rose higher
wet logs began
to dry.
The yellow flames threw heat on our faces and bit
back
at the chilly air.
Voices rose
in laughter
and faces, chapped and ruddy, brightened near the crackling flames.
The
danced
shadows across
in strange
firelight
the trees and limbs
stretched wide, opening to the
parade of
stars
Men camped The
above.
here often.
river, the fire
had seen
before.
Our
stories
their stories.
Our
lives, their
them
lives.
And we
all
grew
became
silent
in the seriousness of the night.
—Daryl McCard
Monkey's Wedding Day A Maddening Confusion reigns here drizzling in the sun.
falhng hke a sharpened blade
It's
and cutting everyone.
She shuts her eyes and joins her hands;
knows she cannot
she
And
pray.
while he beat her to the ground,
God's savior looked away.
Delirious thoughts swirling round,
he
tires
of games he's played.
As daggers swing
He
like
lives the choice
She
fights
him
off with
She screams a song of
Some
all
her might.
pain.
witches burning in the lake
Cry out
Do
pendulums
he made.
bitter refrains.
these punishments ever cease?
Will tortures not rescind? Lucifer's joy
His pain
is
is
in his grief.
in its end.
—Shane Bruce
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Recipe for a Male Vacation Take a
Know Add Veer
you forgot the map
the fact
to the right,
trip
a shortcut
because the sun
sets in the east
Turn your car 180° because you recognize a building you thought you almost saw
Add a Do Because
sense of desperation but not admit you're lost
this is a better
Bring your temper to a boil and Stayed
at
home because
tell
way, you'll see your wife you should have
there's so
Tell your kids that if they don't shut car, turn right
Do
around and go straight
this
home
not admit that you already have turned around
But couldn't find home
Do all,
if
it
were part of your anatomy
not admit you're lost
because After
much work to be done up you're gonna take
all
roads lead to
Rome, Georgia
Disney World, besides, we
kill
is
Rome
as nice a place to vacation as
mice where
I
come from and Rome has
a Hooters and a Putt-Putt
Turn
to the left,
Get lucky as a bus marked "Orlando" passes you. Serve with self-satisfaction because
You know
a shortcut.
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Kiss on the Glass Every shot poured Pierces
Why
my
heart
can
I
bullet.
never leave you?
You've promised
I
your glass
must you always come here,
And why
And
in
Hke a
still
you
me
so
many
times
will not change.
overflow with these emotions
That you can't even see
The
bottles block
Our love
is
my
your view.
addiction, while yours stirs
inside these bottles and slowly pulls
you away from me. I
kiss
you but
my
You're losing
And You
make you taste bittersweet. everything to swim inside those bottles.
while your
tears
lips
should be pressed to mine,
can only leave
Your
kiss here
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on the
glass.
The Ballad of Lonewolf He's a dude
He
on the prowl
that's
A man the chicks
all dig,
drives a black and
brown Omni,
A polyester pig. He It' s
himself "El
calls
Lonewolf
written on his car.
His hair's slicked back with Vaseline
And dyed
as black as
tar.
Undone, the buttons on
his shirt
Reveal his hairy chest.
Covered
and cheap cologne,
in gold
Don
He
looks his
He
loves Mary, Sue and
Betty,
Pam and
He even
Juan
best.
Jill,
Dee.
loves his wife and kids;
He's into bigamy.
But just the other night
I
heard
His wife had found him out.
She burned
his car
And socked him
and nudie books
in the snout.
Now
Lonewolf has no place
And
nothing
A
sad,
to
go
left to read.
unkempt and lonely man
Without a friend indeed.
Lonewolf wanders aimlessly. Polyester
all in
But there
is
He
still
shreds.
hope for
ol'
has his moped.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;John Woodson
Lonewolf:
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I
Think of Lot's Wife think of Lot's wife
While
stand over the stove
I
Making Cornflake Chicken She cooked for someone
Much
the
way
do for you
I
Without jealousy I
more
think of her
As
put our son to bed
I
Tucking
As he
in his
kicks
Before
cover off
it
can extinguish
I
The Winnie-the-Pooh Lamp
And I
close the door behind
wonder
Like me, looked
With I
as
much
watch you
In your
me
if she,
at
her husband
love as
me
sitting
work
pants, dirty gray
You, dusty beautiful
With your hat backwards Glasses balanced on your nose Staring, not at
But I
at
me
there
TV
think of Lot's wife
The
friends she
With I
your
secrets
made around her
sworn
to
keep
think of Lot's wife
And
I
Not
to
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sunlight,
in the tender grass
of
a farmer's field,
shower
her with the
of
karyoke.
when
gift
By
moonlight,
the clouds rest in
the heavens, challenge
game of By candlelight,
her to a romantic
thumb tilt
wrestling.
your champagne glass
toward the
stars,
and
embrace her ever so gently full nelson.
as she
By
in the
nightlight,
moves her body
next to you, very softly play an excerpt from armpit.
By
Swan Lake,
sunlight,
she will be gone.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Jeremy Shirley
using your
11
Wisdom Dancing
Wild As we
arrived, the sun
was already low in the sky, painting the hung from the corners of the
floor a rich red that stretched and
grand piano. The Lake Hotel in Yellowstone National park has stood for over a hundred years.
It is
a huge, yellow building that
near the shores of the Yellowstone Lake. The lobby, lined
sits
with a wide, open expanse of windows, gives sunlit
water that shimmers and reflects off
The soft pastel colors of the of warmth and cheer. floor.
its
all
attention to the
polished
wood
furniture create an atmosphere
My friend Heather and I would often drive the 25 minutes We worked there as wranglers, guiding
down from Canyon.
horseback rides around the rim of Cascade Canyon. The atmosphere
at
Lake Hotel was soothing
dusty labor back at the Corral. 12
elegant dining
room
that also
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;a
different
We would
world from the
share an appetizer in the
overlooked the lake. Goat cheese
pizza laden with spinach, feta cheese and artichoke lar
meal. Yet
it
was
was
the popu-
the grand piano in the spacious lobby that
always drew me. The delightful notes floated through the hotel like a
warm,
On
soft breeze.
this particular
noticed an elderly
evening,
woman
sat in
I
sitting
a chair near the piano.
near me. She wasn't old though.
Through the age spots and the wrinkles uine brightness that
I
came from deep
in her face
within.
shone a gen-
Her husband
appeared and presented her with a glass of wine. The image that
came
to
mind was
that of
making a wedding
toast.
A
toast that
many have made with whole-hearted devotion and blossoming love only to find
it
whither and the glass of wine turned to vine-
gar.
This couple had retained the blossom and handsomely aged the wine.
It
had become
priceless.
They were
From honeymoon. As I
forty-second wedding anniversary. it
could have been their
ing this realization,
I
looked over to
child, clad in a red velvet dress.
my
celebrating their
the look on their faces, sat there quietly enjoy-
right
She danced
and noticed a small
in little circles, per-
fectly
unaware of her surroundings.
moments
that
comes
you
to
It
was one of those magical
as if all the layers of reality
were
peeled back to reveal something precious and very necessary. sat there
and drank
moments while
in those
We
the lobby vibrated
with guests rushing here and there, anxious to begin their escape
from the
As
real world.
the orange curtain of the sun began to slide beneath the
lake outside, Heather and Corral.
The
drive from
I
started our drive
Lake
to
Canyon
is
back
to
beautiful.
Canyon The road
curves around along the Yellowstone River though Hayden
The land
Valley.
sun
we
tance. that
is
vast and green. In the midst of the sleepy, red
could see sulfur steam rising from hot pools in the dis-
These secret cracks and vents are on of the many wonders
add
to Yellowstone's mystical quality.
Another impressive thing about of Bison
that live in
Hayden
Valley.
this drive is the large It is
herds
hard to believe that 1 '^
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herds of 50,000 or more once roamed the land. There were less than 30 bison it
seemed
left in
as if they
that time, the
new
the Northwest at the turn of the century, and
would never have much chance
Transcontinental Railroad
to survive.
Company
At
feared
derailment of their trains by this massive animal. Men'were hired to ride these trains, shotguns in hand, slaughtering thousands of
bison. There
Indian's
was an added
main source of
benefit in killing off the "savage"
survival.
The decimation of bison became
necessary for progress and change. Late in the
summer we wranglers rode up
the valley and relived history.
green because of the long
into another area of
The grasslands were excessively
summer
rains.
This richness
made
the
herd of bison in the distance stand out. Their dark bodies were animated. The females were nursing the
little
calves
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; some
newly born. These young calves were clumsy and weak, babies are. They rose and
fell
on uneven
legs.
large males challenge each other. Their heads
shook rhythmically, heavily, as ground.
their
We
as
most
watched the
hung low and
hooves churned up the dusty
As other.
I
sat there I realized the loyalty
thought about the pictures
I
One was
of a snow-covered bison plowing patiently through
and four-foot
three-
they must have to each
had seen of the winters here.
I
keep going,
There must be an incredible drive
drifts.
to survive
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;a powerful
instinct. It
to
made me wonder
about mankind.
The
it
came
elderly couple at the hotel
with good intentions.
won't turn
We
cultivate the
to vinegar. In the
to mind.
wine
in
We
all start
out
our lives and hope
name of progress we
forge for-
ward. In
memory,
I
oblivious to what life's
saw the innocent
was around
her.
little girl,
There
simple beauty carry us. There
is
dancing her dance,
necessity in letting
is
a stirring in the soul to
forge life's dreams.
comes
In this forging winters.
14
The bison
survive. For the bison,
them
in
there
we have
is
these events
wild
virility to
dom
to retain
a season of hardship every winter. Like
to fight
odds seem to be against
From
the strength to weather the cold, dark
Yellowstone overcome incredible odds to
I
and be strong
to survive,
even
if
the
us.
see
life in
wild
wisdom dancing. The snow drifts; the wis-
forge through life's winterous
and correctly age the wine of
of the child in us to
make dreams become
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Sharon Felder
life,
and the dancing
reality.
Color Theory
16
Painting
Sonnet
Paper
for a Late
(with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
When
shall
But
So
my
it's
I start
when
I'll start
thee? This
must decide.
I
come
the words
pencil won't work, for
with a computer thee before
I'll start
Most dreaded
my
I
must
to
my
it's
head,
run out of lead.
write.
hair turns white.
thing, this paper
I'll
wind
compose.
that blows.
I'll start
thee freely, as the
I'll start
thee quickly, before
I'll start
thee, frankly, to avoid the rush
Of exams and To make Games,
such, as scheduled
starts to fuss.
on the
syllabus.
thee with an energetic push
I'll start
I
Cox
it
through
tears of all
—
I'll start
my
life
shall but love thee better
—Katherine Ross
—
thee despite the mess,
and, if
when
I
choose,
finished.
17
Las Vegas I sat
on the
tiled
Where window
edge of the hotel fountain,
light lined pale
murals
Along the black asphalt of the parking Several
men
lot.
passed by and disappeared into a nearby diner.
Their cigarette smoke danced in strange patterns
Before settling into the dark Nevada sky.
A woman holding "IQ
a basin stood behind me;
Water ran down her naked arms and
Eyeless, she peered into the distance, and
To
I
there.
turned
see an ambulance speed past us both
The red of its I
form a pool
legs to
raised a
My eyes had And my
faded into the neon of the Las Vegas
lights
hand
to
my own
sunken
skin, sallow,
face and
like those of the statue,
hung loose from
The
night
And
the golden fish rose silently.
wore on
as
I
my
bones.
broke the surface of the water,
Prisoners beneath the liquid glass.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Daryl McCard
felt its features.
strip.
Fantasy Land Lights engulf the desert valley
Wrapping around the glamorous Stacked along the
hotels
strip
Where neon hums and
pulsates.
Images of a fantasy land
The city marked With risk takers Filled with
optimism and euphoria.
A cowboy Atop a legendary den
Of inequity Greeting curious eyes.
A one-factory Where
And
town
dice click
coins sing
With metal
harmony
trays.
People bearing their savings
Like religious offerings
To the great goddess Of chance. There will be winners
And even more
losers
In the glittering
Enchantress land.
Fortune seekers Will chance time and time again Until the
From
dawn
melts the night
the strip.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Leslie Randall
1
Portrait of Feelings Is this
what
is left?
Nothing taken too
The
We
wish
come Soon
without
to live
Pain or
I
pity.
to visit the future.
it
be the
will
A rose Now
I
remember
bitter
to
past.
my
Nothing's the same as .^2â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
far:
night seems so endless.
dreams,
be so sweet,
with sleepless nights.
The pain keeps growing, The
tears
keep
falling.
Deeper and deeper we
sink.
Fighting to gain control
Over
all that
we
love.
Looking back there can be no
The only
What we
think,
real truth.
truth is
what we want, and what we
feel.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Jason Manuel
the involved in
everyday culture, political, or commercial issues, the poster at its best has been... an extraordinary social and artiste
modern poster
document."
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Photography
Dust Quietly sweeping.
Dust from the broom
is
taken back from where
it
came.
Silently weeping.
Her eyes hollow, pondering thoughts of mortality.
Slowly creeping.
Time It
is
no
friend.
robs and abuses.
Gently reaping.
Dust from the earth Takes her back from which she came.
Forever sleeping.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Jeremy Shirley
23
Roses The
roses fade in the morning hght
as our love
Red
Sun
in the
from within our
hearts.
drains from the petals,
while the smell of sweetness lingers as the caress of your touch on
I
look
at the lost
my
face.
beauty of the roses
and wonder why everything beautiful never
lasts.
The answer never comes
to
Only the fading roses die and our love the past
is left
mind.
lost,
behind.
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Bryan Cox 24
A Moon
Seasons
for All
Spring Moon's alchemy
Turns
hills
and streams
to silver
Shining through the dark.
Pale
moon
in pale sky.
Shadowy ghost in white Of thin summer clouds. Great pumpkin
And
sheets
moon glows
glides over
Pumpkintown
Wearing Halloween. Old
Man Winter Moon
Sleeps on feather beds of clouds
Through the
frosty night.
^Jean Brabham McKinney
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