KZine Vol. 1, Issue 4 - The Purple Possibility Issue by KZine

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KZine Vol. 1, Issue 4

The Purple Possibility Issue

Kris Hartley

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Hello everyone! Welcome to the fourth issue of KZine. To follow in the footsteps of the last issue, over there to the left is a photo of me in the fourth grade. This month’s theme is Purple Possibility. Purple, because it is my partner, Jenn’s favorite color, and it is just all-around awesome. Possibility, because that’s what art brings out. As artists, it brings to the surface feelings or thoughts that may not have otherwise shown themselves. As readers, art gives us an awareness of perspective beyond our own eyes and ears. This month’s Question for the Artists is actually two questions. They are as follows: 1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it? and 2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both? Thank you again for your support, and I hope you enjoy the fourth issue of KZine! -Kris

Kris Hartley

Purple

[pur-puhl] adjective

Purple is a range of hues of color occurring between red and blue. The Oxford English Dictionary describes it as a deep, rich shade between crimson and violet. Effects • • • •

Uplifting Calming to mind and nerves Offers a sense of spirituality Encourages creativity

Symbolism

(Courtesy of www.color-wheel-pro.com)

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Purple combines the stability of blue and the energy of red. Purple is associated with royalty. It symbolizes power, nobility, luxury, and ambition. It conveys wealth and extravagance. Purple is associated with wisdom, dignity, independence, creativity, mystery, and magic.

Quotes

“I won’t eat any cereal that doesn’t turn the milk purple.” -Bill Watterson “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” -Alice Walker “You wouldn’t know a subtle plan if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing ‘Subtle Plans Are Here Again.’” -Blackadder

Random Purple Things

(Courtesy of www.fortheloveofpurple.com)

The Purple Heart The original Purple Heart award was instituted by George Washington in 1782 to reward troops for “unusual gallantry” and “extraordinary fidelity and essential service.” The award was a purple cloth heart edged in silver braid, and was to be worn over the left breast of the uniform. Purple People Eater Song “The Purple People Eater” is a novelty song, written and performed by Sheb Wooley, that reached #1 in the Billboard pop charts in 1958.

Possibility [pos-uh-bil-i-tee] noun Possibility is: 1) A thing that may happen or be the case; 2) The state or fact of being likely or possible; likelihood. Synonyms achievability, attainableness, chance, contingency, fair shake, fiftyfifty, fluke, happening, hope, liability, likelihood, likeliness, odds, opportunity, outside chance, plausibility, potentiality, prayer, probability, prospect, risk, shot, stab, toss-up, workableness Antonyms impossibility, impossible, unfeasibility, unlikelihood Ways to Open Yourself Up to New Possibilities (courtesy of tinybuddha.com)

•Get out of your head •Get out in the open •Get in with people •Get into your work •Get caught in the web (interwebs, that is) Quotes “Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.” -Golda Meir “A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.” -Ayn Rand “I dwell in possibility.” -Emily Dickinson “Enter every activity without giving mental recognition to the possibility of defeat. Concentrate on your strengths, instead of your weaknesses... on your powers, instead of your problems.” -Paul J. Meyer

Janet Burns www.facebook.com/jm.burns.5

1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it? Probably where most all my money goes...grocery store and gas tank. 2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both? My bike and Play-Doh.

Heather Bradley twizfoshiz@gmail.com

The night falls upon me Like the softness of the rain. I take my shelter with you, In a world without pain. You are my refuge, The place I run to hide. Life would never be the same Without you by my side. As we rest in each others arms Away from the cruel cruel world I find my joy and my peace All wrapped up into one beautiful girl. This is the place I dream of Throughout every day. You are my nightfall And I would have it no other way.

1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it? If I found $100 on the ground and couldn’t find who it belonged to, I’d probably go fill up my tank and just go for a drive. Nothing is more calming and peaceful to me than a road trip - no matter how big or small. 2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both? My favorite childhood toy was my Teddy Ruxpin. He’s still in the closet at my mom’s house. My favorite game is Bumper Cars. It was kind of like Sorry, but with cars. I think it’s my favorite because I have MANY memories of begging my nanny to play it with me - and she would every time.

Angela Kay Dark, crisp autumn night The moon smiling down on us The wind whispering. Our souls intwined Like the roots of an oak tree We are the future. We are connected Woven through time and through space Attracting, out fate The warmth of our love Scalding the eyes of haters... Let ‘em burn, baby. Love is love is love Triple antibiotic Mind, body, and soul.

1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it? I would like to say that I would do something really noble and humbling with an extra $100 in my pocket... But I’m a goo hoarder so in reality I’d probably spend it on fingernail polish and fancy lip gloss. The remainder of the funds would go in my gas tank. 2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both? I don’t know if it’s really considered a game but most of my childhood was spent on a trampoline. I’d have sleepovers and we looked for shooting stars while singing to Alanis Morissette.

Joy Underwood Twitter: @celticpath • celticpath.deviantart.com • www.facebook.com/Celticpath.Arts

1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it? It’s hard to say. I need a new camera (unfortunately my favorite one died, and my other two aren’t really unusable right now). Or, I’d get some of the things I need to get my jewelry business a little further off the ground (to at least be able to sell my jewelry online). 2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both? I’d have to say my stuffed monkey, “Sammy”. He’s the only childhood toy that I have left (long story). Sammy was a lot of comfort to me when I was growing up. I’ve had him since I was 7, and I’m now 42. I used to love playing this one game with my mom when I was a kid. It was our “killing time” game that we’d play when we were waiting for a store to open, or waiting for an appointment or something. One of us would draw a funny head with a face, down to the neck. Then we would fold the paper, hiding the head, but not the neck. The other person would continue the drawing from the neck, and add funny arms and torso, down to the top of the legs. Then fold the paper again, hiding the previous two parts of the drawing. And the other person would draw funny legs (and maybe a tail of some sort, or whatever came to mind). After that, we’d open up the drawing to reveal the whole picture. She and I came up with some REALLY crazy looking creatures! But we always got a big laugh out of it.

Jenn Howell 1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it?

Put gas in the car and take my baby out to a nice dinner.

2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both?

Playing dress-up with my friends

Night Watch I fell asleep in your eyes last night Only to be awoken by contented sighs The sound of your heart lulled me to sleep once more My hand resting on your thigh I felt you kiss my head gently I snuggle closer to your skin Its warmth calms me in tortured dreams The smell of a just showered lover You canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t sleep so you watch me instead You watch me breathe Like a guardian angel keeping an ever vigil watch over my soul Your hands in my hair You finally give into sleep But your arms still keep me close for fear of drifting away The sun slowly rises once more Another night of bad dreams kept at bay

Kris Hartley

Hilary Holland pinkhilary@yahoo.com 1) You just found $100 on the ground. How do you spend it?

A glamorous dress a size too small. To motivate me!

2) What is your favorite childhood toy, game, or both?

I liked the Snoopy Sno Cone Maker a lot, though I was more fascinated with the Stretch Armstrong doll. WHAT THE STORM BRINGS (The Janus House)

Some people swore that the house was haunted. Savannah could barely make out its silhouette in the snow. The car was out of gas. She slid out of her seat into the night and pushed through the snow in her treadless secondhand boots. Wrapping her threadbare coat around her burgeoning belly, sobs inaudibly rose in her throat, lips moved in prayer, promises to the Almighty. She didn’t know where she was. She stumbled, fell to her knees, ice cutting her skin, biting her small hands, but she rose to try to make a go of it again. The house was closer; she was nearly there. Her lips stopped moving from the sheer cold, and she slipped her way to the open, uneven porch. On her hands and knees, she clawed her way to the door, exhausted, dress sticking to her bare legs. Savannah’s eyes filled with tears as she pushed at the door. “Please..” she cried out weakly, to no one, everyone. The door hadn’t been closed all the way. She crawled inside. Savannah leaned her back against the door, digging her heels into the floor to push it closed. The New England wind made a last desperate wail as it flowed outward and left her. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the note she had written in the car. For him. She had come for them. For the child that grew within her. “We’re all right now,” she said. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her belly. Several miles away, Elizabeth heard Jack’s police radio sound in his study. She went to him, paused when she found him sleeping in his chair in the living room. She considered him carefully: tousled hair, ruddy cheeks, strong shoulders, gentle hands. Her heart swelled with love for this beautiful man. Jack. Elizabeth touched his sleeve and his eyes popped open. He sat upright. Elizabeth rubbed his arm. “No, love, it’s alright. I just wanted you to know something came over the

radio. They found a car, and a woman in the old Janus house.” Jack rose and stretched. “Thanks, honey. I’ll call in.” He kissed his wife and chucked her under the chin before going into his study to find out the news. The dispatcher, Sally, answered his call. “Hey, Jack- no, don’t know yet. Sheriff’s actually coming out to you. Must need more manpower. I’ll call if I hear anything before you do.” Jack thanked her and opened his desk drawer for his gun and badge. He paused and half-grinned at the photo on his desk- his beautiful, sweet Elizabeth, and his six-year-old son, Sam. Jack was a lucky man. He was more cognizant of this than ever, maybe because he was getting older, maybe because of his failings. Maybe because he knew how little it all meant without them. He shoved his gun into his holster just as the bell rang. Elizabeth had already ushered the Sheriff into the foyer when Jack entered the room. “We need to talk, alone, Jack,” the Sheriff said softly. Jack shifted his weight uneasily. “Say what you need to, Sheriff,” Jack answered. “Elizabeth stays.” Elizabeth took Jack’s arm. The Sheriff nodded, cleared his throat, and removed his hat. A small dusting of snow fell unceremoniously to the ground. The Sheriff looked apologetic and lowered his eyes. “We found a young woman at the Janus place,” he started. Elizabeth felt a chill right through her shoulders, the ghostly fingers of the storm, a draft the Sheriff let in with the weight of some words all three knew would change everything. She pressed closer to her husband. “There was a note, Jack. It’s addressed to you,” he continued. “She didn’t make it. She was pregnant, Jack. Savannah.” Jack looked at the note in the Sheriff’s hands as he offered it forward. The floor shifted. Savannah. “Please read the note. Please just read the note, Jack,” the Sheriff pleaded. “The baby is okay. The baby’s alive, Jack. It’s a girl…..” Some still say that old Janus house is haunted, especially on account of a death happening right there on those old floorboards, but others say different. Others remember the new life it pressed forward instead.

Kris Hartley

You guys already know me. Some days, words are an abomination To the conflict inside… That is where the beauty of your silence comes in… I soak in the quiet fervor in your touch And censor not the sounds of nothing. When I need an instrumental To relieve the pressure of word-grappling, All else bombards me Except for you— You quietly wait for the screeching clamor To die out And walk in a whisper toward me— Closer to lay a hand on my apathy. Tonight I feel it; Now is the hour of your renewal. The splintering chaos of each waking hour Somehow finds a way to lift up my skin And find its way in. By the end of the day, My psyche is spent; My flame is forlorn. But with one wisp from your eyes, A solitary breeze from your peace, I have found abundance… Always let me see your air, May I never witness your retreat. Permit the syllables to take me over; Bring on the language fabrications— They are no match for what awaits me at the end… -july 10, 2008

Speech Communication Tips: Volume 4 This section is dedicated to the invaluable information I received in my speech communication class back in the summer of 2009. This was the class that I most dreaded in my college career. It turned out to be the most useful, not only in the area of giving speeches, but also in the areas of listening and communicating with others. Types of Non-verbal communication •

Kinesics (body language) o Facial expression (eyebrows, forehead, eyes, mouth) o Posture (overt movement) o Gestures (arms, hands)

• Physical Characteristics • Artifacts (adornments/possessions) • Paralinguistics (vocalizations) o Tone of voice; how you say something •

Proxemics (space/distance) o Public: 10’ or more o Social: 10’ to 5’ o Personal Space: 3’ o Intimate: 18” or less

• Chronemics (time) o Showing up early or late • Haptics (touch) o Handshake

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Kris Hartley