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SUBMISSIONS MAGAZINE ISSUE NO. 68
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EDITOR-IN-CHIEF MERCEDES TIBETT ART DIRECTOR ALESSANDRA PRICE
JUNIOR DESIGNER BRANDON GAMBONE LAYOUT INTERN HELOISE PAUGAM LAYOUT INTERN KELLY MERTZ PROMOTION INTERN BRITTNEY FRANCIS PR INTERN ELLA CORCORAN PR INTERN NOAH CHESTNUT VOLUNTEER ADOLFO VIRUET
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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to the 68th issue of Submissions Magazine! I wish I were going to be around for the 69th … With each issue we evolve and grow closer to our mission of bring unparalleled content and an unfaltering voice of the Purchase College community. It has been my greatest accomplishment working on this magazine and I know that it will only get better with time, passion, and of course the extraordinary art and literary submissions we receive. I want to thank, as always, my fantastic partner Alessandra. Together we have built something I am truly proud of. I hope that who ever continues our legacy will follow the same trend of leaving it better than they found it. I realize it’s going to be hard to work with anyone else moving forward in life. And our interns, we chose you because we saw something in you. Your diverse backgrounds, opinions and visions are what keep us moving forward. Thank you for all of your hard work. In addition, I really want to thank you, the students of Purchase College, who continue to hone in on their craft and grow with us. Without you there would be no platform, no publication to showcase what makes purchase so unique and it’s community so talented. Thank you again for allowing me this position of Editor in Chief.
Best,
Editor-In-Chief
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ALICE HUSEK Cosmo
31 ELIZABETH ENG
SOPHIA HADESHIAN Dear Daddy
32 NOAH JACKSON
SELWYN ROCHA Palette
33 MADELINE FRIEDMAN
SAMMY SHEEN Skull
35 HARRISON ISAAC
KAYLA PERSING Untitled 3
The Little Death River Lines Reflections Regression
57 BEKAH THALIA
83 MEGAN GREENFELD
L’Avventura
Pigeon NYC
59 SASHA WILLIAMS
84 MAEVE OBRIEN
Party Etiquette
60 SELWYN ROCHA Droid
61 HARRISON ISAAC
Birds for Dinner COVER KAREN O’CONNELL Pools 1
Surrounded
TAB L E OF CON T E N T S
11 SASHA WILLIAMS Alumni Painting
12 JANICE RICCIO Fined Arts
37 SARAH VALENCIA Botan
38 SAMANTHA CROHN The Minotaur
13 NOAH JACKSON The Flowers are the Best Part
39 ALEC HORVATH
15 LEA FORBES
41 TIANA SCHIPPA
Gawon
16 KATIE HAYNES Lordville
17 MATTHEW CULLEN The Plundering Culprit on the Crumbling Pulpit
19 SAMMY SHEEN Still Life
20 GRIEFFIN RAPP Business Business Business
21 GALEN SMITH AAAaaaAAh
22 ANDREA ROSS Nightingale
23 ALEC HORVATH Slide
25 MEREDITH LAWHEAD YAY
26 IWAN TRAEGER-PAYNE Don’t Look
27 LEA FORBES Mike
28 YUKO KYUTOKU Feeling Nature
29 SAMANTHA CROHN Paralysis
30 ELIZABETH KIASER We’re Waiting for Something but We Don’t Know
Smokehouse Garbage Truck
43 JEAN SOTANSKY Are You Dreaming?
44 ANDREA ROSS Babes
45 DANIELAD FRANCESCHETTI The Music Box
47 SAMANTHA CROHN Nightmares
48 KATIE HAYNES The Temple
48 NAOMI FUJITA Familiar Connection
49 MEREDITH LAWHEAD Wanting
50 NOAH JACKSON I Don’t Care, Let Me Make Something Someone Finds Beautiful
51 KAYLA PERSING Untitled 1
53 TIANNA SCHIPPA Mother Daughter
54 SAMANTHA COFFEY The Build Up of Anxiety
55 RIN OTOGURO Drop
56 HENRY ELLISON Summer on Champlain
63 ALYSSA SWIDERSKI Oh No!
64 ANDREA ROSS Moon Rabbit in Joshua Tree
65 NAOMI FUJITA Musings of a College Senior
66 JOHN SULLIVAN Peramaland
67 ANDREA ROSS Vibrio
68 GIO MARTIN SK18 Night 2018
69 JANICE RICCIO Photoshop
71 DAVID ANISTRATOV Magazines
72 YUKO KYUTOKU The Blue New York Botanical Garden
73 JASON QUIZPHI Instinct
75 LEA FORBES Prospect Street
76 NOAH JACKSON Tan, Sin, & Cos
77 GIANCARLO HERNANDEZ Exploded Quote
78 JANICE RICCIO Googly Eyes
79 GIANCARLO HERNANDEZ Purchase College
81 AMY PINILLA Home
82 BEKAH THALIA Una Bella Corsa
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DEAR DADDY BY SOPHIA HADESHIAN
Dear Daddy, Do you know what these men say to me? With their eyes and their mouths when I walk on the street. With a grin and a nod and a look up and down. A wink and a kiss and a cat call heard from downtown. With my skirt short and my top low, It’s a cold world daddy and no doesn’t mean no.
I’m asking for it Daddy, I’m in the wrong. Do you know how it feels not to wear what I like? To walk a little faster when I’m alone at night? Daddy the world is my predator and I am it’s doe, Daddy what happens when I can’t say no?
Daddy do you know how these men look at me? Like I’m a piece of meat strutting down the street? With my head buds in and my favorite song on. ALICE HUSEK Cosmo
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SELWYN ROCHA Palette
SAMMY SHEEN Skull
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KAYLA PERSING Untitled 3
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SASHA WILLIAMS Alumni Painting
JANICE RICCIO Fined Arts NOAH JACKSON The Flowers are the Best Part
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LEA FORBES Gawon
KATIE HAYNES Lordville
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THE PLUNDERING CULPRIT ON THE CRUMBLING PULPIT BY MATTHEW CULLEN
So it is that my understanding waxes As I, from the pulpit of Time, stare out Into the great weight ofit All; that swath Whereto It withdraws, and yet It looks me on, and How it stares back! That beast! The cruel, deceiving, Snarling, crawling; O how the fabric twists and snatches, How th’anarchist, I, watches for himself the reflection’s crack; if In the Question is the Crumble and fall, then as Cries slip from my serpent’s tongue, soam I the culprit. Too awake, here, Two awake; And who should they be? I fall from a branch and there is a second crack, More than Two dwell in this Garden, Níðhoggr rounds Yggdrasill yet, gnawing at her roots, Waiting, waiting for the pulpit to crumble.
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SAMMY SHEEN Still Life
GRIEFFIN RAPP Business Business Business
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GALEN SMITH AAAaaaAAh
ANDREA ROSS Nightingale
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SLIDE
BY ALEC HORVATH
As we age we split into thousands of spores Bit at the tip & Flags of old governments Today I ran a scissor along the Length of my left arm The thin white scratch The cells of skin that I’d rather see wasted Than be sick with the sight of them Go and clean your room Wash the drip from your light fixtures You know I saw it there months ago You know I didn’t do a thing about it In Dad’s room—the box of old comics The pink walls and trap doors The windows to the roof where I was told as a kid, “This is where you escape from fires. You just jump down and you run for the trees.”
MEREDITH LAWHEAD YAY
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JASON QUIZHPI Snow Monkey DAVIDSON SAUVEUR Stuck!
IWAN TRAEGER-PAYNE Don’t Look LEA FORBES Mike
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SASHA WILLIAMS Bonfire
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YUKO KYUTOKU Feeling Nature SAMANTHA CROHN Paralysis
ELIZABETH KIASER We’re Waiting for Something but We Don’t Know
THE LITTLE DEATH
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BY ELIZABETH ENG
It was a Wednesday night. Just like any other Wednesday night. The crisp winter air numbed her nose, and with each exhale a cloud of warmth would escape. Her keys rattled against her fingers, in sync with the drumming in her ears. As she passed by closed shops and bakeries, she would catch small glimpses of herself. Her hair in disarray from the stressful day at work, her ghostly skin from the absence of sunlight, and her small face which never seemed to be striking. A small tug pulled her lips into a disappointed frown. She turned her head as to avert her gaze from that pale woman that followed her home. The sound of metal scrapping against stone startled her, and in her mouth the taste of rust encroached. Her eyes widened as she saw another shadow grow larger, and in the reflection of the settled rain did that pale woman grin in anticipation. A boney hand entered her periphery and slowly, but deliberately turned her to face it. Her eyes watered when she saw it, and even though her sight did not betray her, she could not identify what it was. From her shoulder, the hand moved up and pressed itself against her cheek, now wet with her tears, as if to soothe her. A rattled breath escaped its mouth, and liquid silver began to pour out. She took a step backwards, only to fall, the dark blue of the sky and the soft glow of the moon swiftly waltzed into her vision. It leaned over, its predatory eyes now revealed from underneath its hood. The edges of its mouth separated further, to reveal a row of glinting daggers, and in each one she could see that pale woman staring back. Its teeth, coated by metal and illuminated by bright moonlight, pulled back to reveal its slicked tongue. She saw its fingers reach up and smear the reflective drool across its face as it leaned in. As its fangs rained down upon her chest, she could not help but let her eyes slowly close. The rapid drumming in her ears began to slow, as the trembling in her fingers ceased. That pale woman’s wide grin was all she felt, and she knew Death was finally within her grasp. As her heart was revealed, pounding in panic for its home had been ransacked, she noticed that she did not feel that infernal pain that was always talked about in hushed whispers. Warmth from its hearth glided down her sides and over her thighs. A pool began to envelop her small frame, soaking her hair and her clothes. She opened her eyes and as her long eyelashes parted for her view, she was allowed one last glance at that silver laced mouth with those glowing eyes. When she could no longer fight the allure of her desire, she felt a final kiss press against her mouth, as if the moon itself leaned down to bid her its last farewell.
NOAH JACKSON River Lines
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MADELINE FRIEDMAN Reflections
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ANOUK GRANDITS Thank You ISAAC HARRISON Regression
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SARAH VALENCIA Botan
SAMANTHA CROHN The Minotaur
SMOKEHOUSE BY ALEC HORVATH
The heat melts the fat, The crackling skin, The smell of beer and smoke, The sounds of the kitchen, “Yes, chef. Heard, chef. Hands—I need hands!” But there are no hands. They’ve fallen off Learned to creep like the bodies They once belonged to. Full of joints and Bounce and Good blood like lover’s hands So long, kitchen! So long, hands! They pause at the street corner. They’re all thumbs now. They’re hitching a ride. Ten thousand hands waving at the cars and trucks Passed over Unacknowledged What’s a hand to do? Baby hands curl, mother hands creak Father hands make lewd gestures with their fingers They drum and pull and shake They slap each other all around But you know it all just Sounds like applause It’s all just the tapping of tips on the Sidewalk. Nails that must be Clipped and hands that belong In your pockets or punching or at work These are the basics. A bare hand won’t survive the winter And you all must pay for gloves So some go back to their old bodies Or some wander off to new kitchens But there are some still out there on that street corner Scratching their names in the concrete one grain at a time.
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TIANA SCHIPPA Garbage Truck
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ABIGAYLE PUSZ Comic Where I Learn Something
JEAN SOTANSKY Are You Dreaming?
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ANISSA LORENZI Riflessione
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THE MUSIC BOX
BY DANIELAD FRANCESCHETTI
when entropy dies the music stops before reaching its end the world slows but doesn’t cease nature walks on (it must) I am here to pass batons but where are you the eerie warp of soprano tunes I close with you
ANDREA ROSS Babes
SELWYN ROCHA Skull TechCROHN SAMANTHA Nightmares
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FAMILIAR CONNECTION BY NAOMI FUJITA
When we chatted, you’d get hooked on my words and get distracted I wonder if that’s cause of our chemical reactions? We talked about everything into the night and it sounded so right. You’d call me cute and pretty without me knowing, trying to hide the smile I was showing. Maybe I’m wrong, and these aren’t signs, but you happen to have my number on the call line.
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KATIE HAYNES The Temple MEREDITH LAWHEAD Wanting
NOAH JACKSON I Don’t Care, Let Me Make Something Someone Finds Beautiful
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KAYLA PERSING Untitled 1
TRINA MAE TALISIC Location ALYSSA SWIDERSKI EX
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TIANNA SCHIPPA Mother Daughter
LEAM FORBES Eli CHELSEA MUSCAT It Tarag
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SAMANTHA COFFEY The Build Up of Anxiety RIN OTOGURO Drop
HENRY ELLISON Summer on Champlain
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L’AVVENTURA // THE ADVENTURE BY BEKAH THALIA
Le onde hanno gettato la mia anima in una nuova direzione, Ma la barca era dall'altra parte, L'avventura mi ha trascinato in una nuova dimensione, Catturato in un singolo frame of time. The waves spun my soul in a new direction, But the boat was on the other side, The adventure dragged me in to a new dimension, Caught in a single frame of time.
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ANISSA LORENZI Bambina SASHA WILLIAMS Party Etiquette
SELWYN ROCHA Droid HARRISON ISAAC Surrounded
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ALYSSA SWIDERSKI Oh No!
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ANDREA ROSS Moon Rabbit in Joshua Tree
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MUSINGS OF A COLLEGE SENIOR BY NAOMI FUJITA
Can’t predict the future or what lies ahead. Thinking of moves unmade or things left unsaid. Past posts made and comments unread. Wishing I could go back in time, play make believe and play pretend. But we all gotta graduate and grow up in the end. Time is a concept I’m just beginning to comprehend. Stop before I react and hit send. Stand up to those who bring me down and others I will defend. Like I said, can’t predict the future or what lies ahead. Some what if ’s and what possibly be’s are better left unsaid. But the doors of opportunity are open and where your path goes in life, it changes it doesn’t end.
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JOHN SULLIVAN Peramaland ANDREA ROSS Vibrio
GIO MARTIN SK18 Night 2018
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JANICE RICCIO Photoshop
DAVID ANISTRATOV Magazines
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YUKO KYUTOKU The Blue New York Botanical Garden
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JASON QUIZPHI Instinct
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LEA FORBES Prospect Street
NOAH JACKSON Tan, Sin, & Cos
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GIANCARLO HERNANDEZ Exploded Quote
JANICE RICCIO Googly Eyes
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GIANCARLO HERNANDEZ Purchase College
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AMY PINILLA Home
UNA BELLA CORSA // A BEAUTIFUL RUSH BY BEKAH THALIA
Sono innamorato di una città, Dove le strade trafficate sono calme, Un paradiso paradossale Una bella corsa, Lascia che ti tenga stretto, Mentre le nostre mani si congelano Come si dice in Italia, C'è più tempo domani I am enamored with a city, Where the busy streets are calm, A paradoxical paradise, A beautiful rush, Let me hold you close, As our hands in time freeze As they say in Italia, There's more time “domani” (tomorrow)
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MEGAN GREENFELD Pigeon NYC
MAEVE OBRIEN Birds for Dinner
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