13 Fine Arts Feature

Hell as a Community Thing | 2020 1/1 Hell As A Community Thing (2020) by Dr. Terre Laynge Rosner

You’re Walking by Eve Odum I’d know that gait anywhere. The careless throwing of one foot forward at leisurely pace with seemingly no destination in mind. Hands, up to the forearm, resting in a large stomach pouch on your oversized hoodie. Elbows casually bouncing at your sides. A sort of melodic sway goes on in your shoulders that originates the hips.

Yards away and I know it’s you.

Proceed by Robert Elkins

Keep walking, let your mind roam. Keep walking, until you’re far away from home. Keep dreaming, don’t let it fade away. Keep dreaming, make it a reality today. Keep thinking, and draw from the gold mines within. Keep thinking, even though the night is closing in. Keep walking, let your mind roam. Keep walking, until you’re far away from home.

Pen Sketch by Jessica Scroppo | USF '23

It is Good by Mary Mathieu It is through the silence I recognize the good. I see it in the trees, within the singing birds, who sing a hymn that reassures my purpose. I see it in the animals, who feed off hope, off innocence, off freedom. I see it on a leaf, the dew that resides while the angels rejoice in tears. And finally, I see it in the creatures who walk on all fours, then on twos, then on threes. Oh, what a beautiful sight to behold. One that is so wholesome, so pure, so marvelous. It is I who sees the goodness of creation.

Human Demon By Dee Olabi If there were birds in my lungs, surely I’d set them free... Even if it meant ripping myself apart, cracking my rib cage to keep them alive. Often feels like a spider sits at the top of my mouth and catches everything, Leaving a dark web down my esophagusAll kinds of things that are caught before reaching my heart. I’d set her free even if I had to bite out my tongue. If my head was as dangerous as a ticking bomb, it wouldn’t be a hard decision to drive myself off the road; I don’t know where I’d go A guarantee hardly exists Theories on theories clog up my mind; dwelling incessantly... Leaves my stomach in knots. If the only way to end it was to reach in, untie each one... I’d do it without hesitation. Peace and tranquility are states I have yet to roam indoor knobs I’m incapable of reaching Maybe my body is much too full if I had the voice to scream it out I think I just might.

But what is within me is much worse than a flock of birds or a spider and her webs. What lies beneath is a human demon.