Cleveland State Community College ENGLISH DEPARTMENT · 2017. 3. 14. · Not Enough Tomorrows ........
Transcript of Cleveland State Community College ENGLISH DEPARTMENT · 2017. 3. 14. · Not Enough Tomorrows ........
Cleveland State Community CollegeENGLISH DEPARTMENT
Editor: Julie Fulbright
Front cover photography by: Marchelle Wear
Graphic Design and Production: Tony Bartolo and Donna Benton
Printer: Dockins Graphics, Cleveland, Tenn.
Copyright: 2011
Cleveland State Community College
clevelandstatecc.edu
All Rights Reserved
Cleveland State Community College is accredited by the Commission on Colleges of the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools, 1866 Southern Lane, Decatur, Ga. 30033-4097, telephone number (404) 679-4501. ClevelandStateCommunityCollegeisanAffirmativeAction/EqualEmploymentOpportunity(AA/EEO)institutioncommittedtotheeducationofanon-raciallyidentifiablestaffandstudentbody.Thecollege does not permit discrimination on the basis of race, color, religious views,veteranstatus,politicalaffiliation,gender,age,nationalorigin,orientation or disability against employees, students and guests in any college sponsored or hosted educational program or activity including, but not limited to, the following: recruitment; admissions; academic and other educational program activities; housing; facilities; access to course offerings;counseling;financialassistance;employmentassistance;healthandinsurancebenefitsandservices;rulesformaritalandparentalstatus;student services; and athletics.
CSCCHS/11129/04112011
Table of Contents
Aaron Quinn Blackness of Emotions ................................. 4 Syllable Away ............................................... 5 Unpaved Path ............................................... 6 TheWellHouse............................................ 7-11Natalie Hill Paul ...............................................................12 Heart-to-Heart ............................................... 13C.Howard IWishTimeWouldFly ................................. 14Lita Connolly Broken Light ................................................. 15 Burning Life .................................................. 16 Burning My Past ........................................... 17 Guarding My Sanity ..................................... 18 Journey to an End ......................................... 19 Unknown .......................................................20TashiaHarvey Untitled .........................................................21Andrea Morris My Mommy Dearest .....................................22JonathanHall WhatKindofChocolate? .............................23 ADayinFebruaryatClevelandState ..........24 My Love ........................................................25 Ode to My Car ..............................................26 Ol’WornGuitar ............................................27 Soccer Champions ........................................28 TheGoodStudent .........................................29 TheLostTroopers ......................................... 30 Winter ........................................................... 31OscarPascual TheProblemwithProblems .........................32 Stranger ......................................................... 33 NailTacksonMyBed .................................. 34 Unknown ....................................................... 35C. Michael Downes Song .............................................................. 36 Old Acquaintances ........................................ 37Michael Honaker Cephei ........................................................... 38AsaFlowers IAmMe ........................................................ 39FrankieConar InnocenceLost .............................................. 40 TheOldOnesSay ......................................... 41 TheStudent’sPsalm .....................................42 SeasonsofTime ............................................ 43Lauren Link Always Remember ........................................ 44EszterKovacs SongoftheHeart .......................................... 45Zack Scoggins Star Gazer ..................................................... 46TonyaArsenault TheBarefootPrincess ................................... 47 TheFatherIFailedtoSee ............................. 48 THESNAKE ................................................ 49 TheYellowRaincoat ..................................... 50 Toy ................................................................ 51
My American Hero .......................................52 LearnfromYourChildren ............................. 53 Nighttime Confessions .................................. 54 Stop and Smell the Roses: An Elegy for Rosemary ............................. 55 Sweet Release ............................................... 56 TeardropRain ............................................... 57TommyStamey SometimesICry ........................................... 58 TooManyYesterdaysand NotEnoughTomorrows ............................. 59-60 ThisThing ..................................................... 61 TheButterflyEffect ......................................62 Crush ............................................................. 63 Guilt Ridden .................................................. 6 Just One Lie .................................................. 65 ICan’tBeYourHero .................................... 66-67TylerWickman Sonnet ........................................................... 68Sharon DePierro Gypsy Skirts .................................................. 69 Silent Bond ................................................... 70 Lone Stalk ..................................................... 71Chris Bennett Sleep .............................................................72 Hour Glass .................................................... 73 Untitled ......................................................... 74SierraWhite SuicideSpotter .............................................. 75JamesLongEagleKilgore Autistic Student at Cleveland State .............. 76JeffYoung BlessedDebt ................................................. 77 Beach at Dusk ............................................... 78AnthonyBowers InMemoryofaFriend .................................. 79DouglasParris ThePurposeofSilence ................................. 80TiffanyTate Ocean ............................................................ 81C. Michael Downes Soon ..............................................................82-84EszterKovacsAaron QuinnAnonymous AnotherKindofMother ................................ 85
Photographs and Drawings:
TonyaArsenault,AllenBouchard,MandyCantrelle,AngelaChism,KylieClark, Lita Connolly, Misti Davis, C. Michael Downes, Annika Endo, James Garrett,KatelynHarrod,GrangerHughes,BarrettKibble,TatyanaKrish-chuk,AimeeMorris,ZackScoggins,FrancehskaScruggs,RossSpurgeon,JamesTivis,andMarchelleWear.
4
Blackness of EmotionsAaron Quinn
Strangled by loss of reasonDriven by sight givenPeeks of humanity’s liesDrives them to thinkHeld on by knots of fearLosing breath by their jeersCaptivated by depravityBlackness of emotions washAway the crimson of religionNegating the white of purityTainting the blue of the skyIgnorance prances along mouthsLooks burn hatred into skinIt is time to hang anotherOne man of a different colorFor this act we sacrificeWe sacrifice our humanityAll for gaining securityFrom the fear of differences
Photo submitted by Angela Chism
5
Syllable AwayAaron Quinn
Bleed into the perceptive circleOptically challenge the winter of youthGuiding me into the spring of adulthoodTeachmeShakespeareantruthsBringAWinter’sTale’shopeInto“TheWinterofMyDiscontent”Allow the warmth of earth’s core permeate Blazing through the coldness of my ignorance Grayness of the unknown hides shades of knowledge An array of colors exist on your canvas Merge them into the void of my immaturity Silence the doubts of my lack of wisdom Blow winds of wisdom out of my tongue LightingafireofunderstandingthatfloatsLike a cloud full of life giving rain DropletsofsuretywillbringforthflowersThatwilldecoratethementallifeIliveThen,nature,IwillseeallthroughyourstatureI will know nothing while piercing every thought Only to realize I have never thought a thought Yet,allpossibilitiesarejustasyllableaway
Photo submitted by Tatyana Krishchuk
6
Unpaved PathAaron Quinn
My vision impaired as though pierced by lightEyes twitching, capturing images of the unfathomed I lift up as though I have Herculean strength Though I move as much as a statue Beauty that is statuesque Details that are carved out by poets’ verse A song sung by lovers’ hearts Emerges from the reaction of the written Challenged by forevermore in the here and now But never made uncomfortable by what they say Lethargy’s mindset becomes the great foe As whimsical thoughts lead to and froI have died a martyr’s death to ill logic All for the sake of the definition of truth Thanks to the poet I calm like a still river While I rage like a hurricane affected ocean My insides are brittle when I stagnate But immortality greets me when I read the sonnets I plead for more when I shut the book But poetic lines never cease to speak As long as I lend them an ear For them to romantically whisper in Pushing me along literature’s unpaved path
Photo submitted by Kathy Austin(Subject depicted in photo is not related to the story)
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
7
The Well HouseAaron Quinn
Helaughedastheothersranthroughthefieldlookingforhim.Thecornstalkshidhimfromhispursuers.Asheheardthementerintothefield,hegotupandmovedintothetomatofield.Billyhadnodesiretobeseentoday,oranyotherday for that matter, so inside the tomato patch he listened for the people coming fromhim,judginghowlonghewouldhavetoescapedetectioniftheymanagedtobreakthroughtheexpansivefieldtheywerefightingfor.Helookedatthestolenpropertythatdrippedreddownhishandsandcheeks.Thewarmthofthe liquid contrasted the unseasonable chill summer afternoon, and made the uncovered part of him even colder. It did not help matters that clouds blocked the sun from bringing heat to the ground, and now as he sat in his shorts and shirt,thegroundfeltmiserablycoldforanAugustday.Thesoilthathidbelowhim had been turned into a thick sticky mud after feeling the effects of an extremely rainy season. “Wehavetofindhimquick,”astockyguynamedStanknockedastalkofcorn
outofhisfacewhilescreamingthewordstothepeoplefivefeetfromhim.“Now, boss, if you feel like screaming at us, you better be planning on telling
uswhereyoubelievetheboyis,”anoldman,sixty-yearsold,namedFoster,hacked at the corn while responding to Stan’s shout. Thoughitwasnotuncommonforparents,authorities,orfriendstogolooking
for Billy, today there was a sense of urgency in the pursuit of the misplaced citizen. It sat heavily on how they said words, how they heard words, and how theyreactedtowords.Thevastcornfieldmadeanirritationmixwithsenseurgency.
Photo submitted by Granger Hughes
8
“Ireckonthattheoneswholastsaw‘emsaidhebeinthisherecornfield.UntilIgetareportsayingotherwise,thenwelookhere.”Theothertenpeoplewho were in ear shot took in Stan’s voice and continued hacking down old man Jim’s corn.
Old man Jim followed behind the search party cursing Billy under his breath and hoping that all would turn out better than he feared. Everything during Billy’s twenty three years had been an overreaction or misconception and, silently, he prayed that this time would be no different.
Aretha, Billy’s mother, frantically paced her porch, waiting on word of Billy’s well being. After many nights looking for her special son, she succumbed not so willingly to staying at home per the request of the police lieutenant. Sweat randownherhandsfromrubbingthemtogethersohard.Todayfeltdifferent,frightfully different for her. An ominous aura hung gloomily over her head, but shehopedallwouldturnoutwellforherfamily.Thelastthingshewantedtodo was deal with her passive aggressive husband if Billy’s actions once again embarrassed the family. She had pleaded with her husband to trust the good Lord this time with their son. She tried her best to convince him that Billy never meant any harm to anybody, especially them, that after all he was special.
Billy started digging in the black lifeless mud. In the distance he could hear the corn stalks falling. He knew this meant that the mob was getting closer. He had dealt with this situation before, and something inside him screamed that he should run. At the same time, a cry rose from below his heart.ThecryhitStan’searsforcinghisheadtoshootup.Behindhimtheotherssaw
himlooklikeacoondogthathadjustcaughtasniffofthepreyitlookedfor.“Guys,didyouhearthat?”Stanstoodstatuesquein-betweentwocornstalks,
tryingtocatchwindofthefaintcryagain.Timetohim,atthisjunctureofthesearch, was precious, and if this gift passed, then his allotment of time decreased because of it. “No,sum.Sah,whachahear?”AmechanicnamedPhinaskedStan,
dismayed that he might have missed something important in the search.“Thecry!Didnoonehearthecry?”Asalionwouldturnfuriouslyaroundand
glare at a disobedient cub, Stan turned his attention to the pack behind him. He becamedistraughtwheneachofthegroupchildishlyshooktheirheads.“Well,I’llbe…”Beforehecouldbeginhistirade,aloudercrycameabovethecornstalks and smacked the group hard.“SoundslikeBilly,”OldmanJimpipedupfromtheback,speakingwitha
calm that only many years of wear and tear could induce. His calm unsettled the men he startled by speaking of; in times like this, a bit of edge on a man’s voice can bring more calm than the steady drum of experience.
Billy realized how loud the cry was that escaped from below and knew he had to escape detection now. Red dripped off the man who longed for the chase to continue. Hide and seek had always been one of his favorite games when he was justalad,andtodaytherushhefeltfromothersstalkinghimdownbroughtagiggle forth.
He searched all around him, looking for a place to hide, when an image of an
9
abandonedwellhouseglimmeredin.Withtheimageforciblyinhisheadnow,he hunted the horizon hastily hoping he could remember which direction he needed to go.
Just outside of the tomato patch, a large hill dipped down and lead to a dense forest. If his memory was accurate then it was about a mile into these woods he wouldfindtheoldwellhouseheplayedinduringalesscomplicatedtimeofhislife.Withasenseofurgency,Billystoodupandrantowardsthehill.Atremblewentdownthespineofthegrievingmother.Thoughshecould
not explain what had happened, she could tell that something went drastically arrayinthesearch.Theonlythingshecouldthinktodowaspray,andthisshewas used to doing. Pressure had mounted though, and this woman’s feeble heart couldnotfindthewordstopray.Insteadshejustsatandsobbedonherknees.As the tears soaked her colorless cheeks, the stress from the situation caused her tokilloveronthefloor.Justasherheartstoppedworking,herhusbandmadeithometoseehishouse-wifelifelessonthefloor.Theyoungofthegrouphurriedahead,clearingapathforthetownsfolkwho
no longer had the strength to naturally move fast, nor had the imagination to run inhopeofapositiveoutcome.TheyescapedthecornjustintimetomissBillycrossing over the hill.
“Alright, boys, we know he is … well where the blame God above is that retard?”TheairhadbeenpunchedoutofthegutofStanwhenhehadsteppedthrough and saw no sign of Billy. Now he and the crew must start their search with no direction. “Well,I’llbeplumbeddamned,son,”oldmanJimcametothefrontofthe
bewildered group.“Iknow,Iwhastfersurewedonehad‘em,”Stanscratchedhisheadin
exasperation.“Wedohave‘em,sir.”“Whatyoutalkin’‘bout,oldman?”Standidnothavethepatiencetoplay
riddlegamesatthismoment,andwantedthedinosaurofthetowntojustspeakwhat he meant.“Thatlittlepeckerdonesteppedonmahmaterplants.Plusoveryonderishis
prints.”Stanlookedatthedirectiontheoldman’scrinkledfingerpointedandsawthat
indeedBillylefttrackmarks.“Ireckonweheadthatwaythen.”Stanthrewhisarm over his head, directing the others to follow him.“Nowwatchthematerplants.”Thefarmerstruggledtoputonefootinfrontof
the other as the sun started to fall over the horizon.“Dadnabit,Billy,”thefatherofthehuntedwailedoutasheheldhisdeadwife
in his arms. He had mustered enough energy to call 911. Now, after the exertion, he settled into his misery, with his wife in his arms and perplexity in his mind.
Billy stumbled clumsily through the woods, trying his best not to tumble over theweightofhispassage.Therootsstuckupoutoftheground,makingthetrektowardsthewellhouseevenmoredifficult.
Now that the sun had became an antagonist, Billy frantically searched for his
10
destination.Hefeltthestickinessfromthefield,theliquidhehadwipedonhisface had mixed with the salt that had came from the sweat when he hurried to escape from visibility, and the mixture now stuck uncomfortably against his face.Thirtymenranintothewoods,twentyhadjoinedStaninthetomatopatch,
andwiththemfivesearchdogscamewiththenewpartymembers.“Dotheyhavehisscent?”“Theydo,Stan.Billy’sfathergaveushisclothing.Weshouldhavehim
shortly,”Drewtheofficerwhohadgotthearticlesofclothing,responded.“Good,wewillgetthatboysafelythen,hopefully.”“Goget‘em.”Drewlethisdogoffofhisleash,andtheotherofficersfollowed
suit with their dogs.“Finally,”Billymutteredashesteppeddownintothecreekthatleadsintothe
buildinghehadfound.Theoldwellhousehaddecayingbricks;thedecayinghad caused cracks to run through the once perfectly shaped bricks, that were muddiedrednowafteryearsofwearandtear.Yearsofneglecthadmadethewater inside stagnant, and the smell that came into Billy’s nostrils reminded himofdeath.Hesteppedontothemuddyfloorinside,andinstantlythesmellchanged to that of manure. Using his free hand, he managed to pull himself upontoaledgeandlaidhisheaddown,confidentthathecouldescapethenightmares of this hide and seek game.Withdogsleadingtheway,thesearchpartyhurriedintothewoods,making
progressslowlybuturgently.Flashlightsweredrawn,andnerveswereevenmoreonedgenowthatthesunhaddippedbelowtheskyline.Timehadmadea valiant punch, and now their counter punch was a sense of urgency that produced speed. WithinfifteenminutesofBillylayinghisheaddown,thedogshadsurrounded
thewellhouseasthoughtheyhadtreedaforestanimal.Thesearchpartywasnotfarbehind,andthosewhomadeitfirsttookamomenttocatchtheirbreathas the others caught up.Billyfoughttofallasleep,butdaydreamsofdogsbarkingbroughtafitful
restuntilhefinallyaroseandrealizedthatthedogswerereal,andhehadbeen discovered. He started sobbing at the fact that his little attempt had been thwarted.
“Billy, son, now don’t make us come in there. It ain’t going to be purty if we haveto,yahear?”
Billy looked down at his hands that held his transgression and thought better thantokeepthemenwaiting.Thoughreluctantly,hepushedupwithonearmand pushed all his weight towards the window, as his sobs got harder. Death had neverbeenhisintention,butafterescapingintothetomatofield,heguessedhehad sealed his fate. Once there, turning back was not an option.
Stan watched with horror as the body Billy possessed fell down from the window. ThegroupraninclosetoexaminehowmuchdamageBilly’sdecisionhaddone.Thefearsofallwhoweretherebecameconfirmedwhentheysawthebody.
Six year old Caleb laid there motionless. Caleb was the boy who had been reportedmissingfortwodaysnow.WhenBilly’smomhadreportedBilly
11
missing, everyone had put both reports together to form their suspicions. Once the suspicions began, the search for the two ensued quickly.
Billy had been known for committing many crimes, but he had never done anything like this. But Caleb, the son of Billy’s ex-girlfriend, had proved to be a perfectrevengeobject.Hisintentatfirstwasjusttoscarethewoman,butafterstabbing the boy, to threaten him to remain silent, and it did not work, Billy panicked and slit the boy’s throat. As he ran over the hill, he held him tightly, wanting to prevent blood from dripping on the grass. Now with these turn of eventsfloodingintohismind,Billysulkeddownthewellandsurrenderedsilently and passively, knowing he had be found guilty of wasting two lives.
12
PaulNatalie Hill
It’s been a while since we said goodbye, when you held me in your arms and watched me cry. I swore that wouldn’t be the last day, but here I sit in my room and it’s already May. TheysayAprilshowersbringMayflowers,butwherearethey?Batteredandfrayed?WhenweweretogetherIhadhopesanddreams,but as you walked away so did my dreams. Dreams of love, security, children, and acceptance, yet again you left my love and forced a distance. YousworeonyourgraveIwastheonewithyourheart,andthatwasjustthestart.A start of a life together that would last from now until forever. Wherediditend,orstart?I didn’t want us to play these parts. Parts of a game of lies and deceit, where we were both forced to retreat.Youfrommeandmefromyou,I would have followed you anywhere you asked me to. Isn’titsadhowIbecameapuppetinyourgame?Ifellforyou,isn’tthatashame?I look like an idiot who has no pride as I lie down and let you watch me die. But that was then and this is now, so let me explain me to you now. I am me and you are you, I’ll never do anything you ask me to. I picked myself up when you didn’t care, letting a few help me with the pain I bared. Thosefriendswhohavehelpedmeinthistryingtime,I never want our friendships to die. You’vehelpedmestandwithmyheadheldhigh,and I’ll never let another man like him watch me cry. I don’t need a man to be in my dreams; all I need is hope and me. One last thing before I go, he wanted us to name our dog Paul; I already hated that stupid dog.
13
Heart-to-HeartNatalie Hill
Explain to me what all I’ve lost because of my stupid pride, come with me now, let’s take a ride, a ride through the trees feeling the amazing breeze, now sit back and listen to all that I say, it might help down this long, dark, and gloomy way. Tryasyouwill,youcan’tchangethemindofman,ofamanofthatkind.Hurt and alone but deep in pain, can’tfindthewayaroundthatrockandchain.It’s the beat of your heart that keeps you here, and will always draw you near. But listen, dear child, as I say it’s ok to walk away, buthearmeoutonelasttime,it’salsooktostayandfight.
Photo submitted by Kylie Clark
14Photo submitted by Lita Connolly
I Wish Time Would FlyC. Howard
Iwishtimewouldfly,so you could be here with me.
Wecouldtakeourtimeand be where we wanted to be.
Youandmeinlove.Iwishtimewouldfly
so we could take our time.
15
Broken LightLita Connolly
Cracked and bleeding So broken insideFeelherfallingapartTheworldcrumblingaroundherAnd the blackness creeping inThreateningtotakehold
WhenallseemedbleakHelp from nowhereThenthroughthedarkTheflickerofalightStarting to form
It builds in strengthPushes the demons backComes to her aid
FindsabrokengirlHer hands clasped tightShielding her heartTryingtoholdittogether
ThelightcomesinLoosening her grasp EngulfingherheartNow drenched in light
Her crumbling worldBeginning to healNo longer so brokenShe can now thrive
Photo submitted by Zack Scoggins
16
Burning LifeLita Connolly
TheflameI’dthoughtdiedI found is still burningSlowly creeping inEngulfingmyheartI feel it seer the edgesWearingitdownTillnothingisleft
A physical painAn ache in my chestToshowthisisrealTobringmetomyendBut do I relent And let it pull freeTakingandburningAll that is me
17
Burning My PastLita Connolly
I burn my pastAnd with it the pain that it heldHolding me back from what I can be
I burn my pastAndamfilledwithsorrowWatchwhatIwasgoupinflames
But as it burnsIamfilledwithaknowledgeKnowledgethatIhavechangedI have been rebornNot held by those memories
IwatchtheflameslickDevouring what I once wasA new beginning ThathasbeenreachingforwardNeeding lifeBut suffocatingIs now bornAnd can thrive
Like the rebirth of a phoenixBorn from the ashesOf what it once wasAs I watch my past burnAnd turned to ashI am rebornAs the phoenix begins anewSo shall IWithouttheweightofmypastNow that I have let go of my painAnd have burned my past I will live once again
18
Guarding My SanityLita Connolly
I’ve been so guarded scared to feel
scared of drowning the walls protectand keep me sane
when the walls came downyou were there to guard
to help me feelswim when I can’t protect where I failand save my sanity
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
19Photo submitted by Misti Davis
Journey to an EndLita Connolly
Whyshouldwebother?Wheneverythingendsinpain
Death and destructionAwait your arrival
So why should we care Ifwefindhappinessorlove
WhenpeopledieAndalljoywillstop
ThejourneyismoreimportantNot where we are going
It matters how you get thereSoinlife’sjourney
WealldieAnd everything ends
But how you get thereIs what makes it worth the trip
20Photo submitted by Lita Connolly
UnknownLita Connolly
Laying in the darkClutching to my heart
TrytokeepitfrombreakingWhyistherethisaching?
TearingmeapartButwheredoesitstart?ThoughIhavemorejoyMy mind it will destroy
Takemylove,mysoulandlifeNotknowingwhatislefttofight
21Photo submitted by Tonya Arsenault
UntitledTashiaHarvey
I rock my two babiesSo adorable, so innocent, so cute, loved
Heavenly peace, as they sleep
22Photo submitted by Heather Ruzic
My Mommy DearestAndrea Morris
How could you leave me not once but twiceWhatdidIeverdotomakeyourheartcoldasice.
FromthedayIwasbornIhaveneverfeltyourloveNot a pat on the back, a kiss on the cheek, or even a hug
Now thirty years later I’m still in this painJust want to know why so I don’t go insane
I know I’m not perfect but neither are youYouactlikeIdon’texistbutI’mhere,I’mreal,andIhurttoo
How could you disown your very own daughterTakeeverythingIhadevenmyfather
I should be angry, upset, and even outragedBut it’s taken me this long to break loose from this cage
It’snotuptometojudgeyouforallofyourwrongThat’suptoGodandyounowandthatiswhatkeepsmestrong
Youaremymother,theonlyoneIwilleverknowI hope that you love me even though it will never show
TobeamotherisagiftandIamonenowtooThankyou,Mom,forshowingmewhatnottodo
23
What Kind of Chocolate?Jonathan Hall
I must admit I have no clueWhatkindofchocolateIlovebest
Dark, milk, and whiteIt’s like an unending quest
ThejourneystartswithaReese’scupSuch perfection is peanut butter and chocolate
ThencomeMilkyWay,Cookiesn’Cream,andM&M’sIce cream and cake are as good as it gets
I love it with a glass of two percent milkOr made into hot cocoa with marshmallowsCan be icings, toppings, or even fountains
It can turn me into a happy fellow
I’ve experimented, tested, pondered, and thoughtWhatcouldpossiblybethesolution
WitheachHershey’skiss,pie,andsundaeI’m drawing no nearer to a conclusion
I’m smart enough to be a college studentEven made the Honor Roll last semester
None of this helps me get any closerIfeelassillyasajester
So there you have it, my confessionI’m slightly embarrassed to share
I’mturningtwenty-fivethiscomingMayWiththischocolateburdentobear
24
A Day in February at Cleveland State Jonathan Hall
ThecoldairathisbackThesmellandtasteoffreshairBirds and a girl communicating
Power lines swaying here and thereThehustleandbustleofcarspassing
Eighteen-wheelers, squeaky breaks, and tiresThesunplayinghideandseekbehindgrayclouds
A parking lot with one bad driverTheschoolanditsstudentsmovingaround
BackpacksshuffleandpursesjingleHousewith“StayOut!”fencesup
Some people starting to mingleThegreentreesandgraysky
One dead brown tree with no leavesA school built with cement and brickIjustheardsomepersonsneezeThisisthelifeatClevelandState
SittingonabenchonthisFebruarydate
Photo submitted by Lita Connolly
25
My LoveJonathan Hall
Dear Love,
I love having you in my lifeSo proud of the day you became my wifeYourbeautyshinesinsideandoutI love learning more what you are aboutGod’sfingerprintsarealloveryouIt’s the only explanation I can come toFromtherichblackhairsonyourheadToyourwarmfeetwhenwearelyinginbedI hold you in my arms to keep you warmNot a chance for anything to bring you harmYoursoftskinsosoothingtothetouchYoursweethugsandkissesIlovesomuchI thank God above and my lucky starsFormakingyouexactlythewayyouareWouldn’tchangeathingaboutyou,babyAs our love continues to grow like daisiesSo sleep my angel for you need your restCanyouhearmyheartbeatinginmychest?Eachbeatsaysthewords,“Iloveyou”Andyouknowwhat?Iloveyoutoo
Withlove,Jonathan Hall
25Photo submitted byZack Scoggins
26
Ode to My CarJonathan Hall
WhatamItodowithacarlikeyou?WeweresupposedtopickherupattwoYoujusthadtobreakdownrightthere
I can see you smirking like you don’t careI take out my cell to give her a callOf course no service, no bars at all
I pitch it in the river some feet belowGreat,nowit’sbeginningtosnow!
IjabthekeyinlikestabbingyourheartTurningwithapassionyelling,“Comeon!Start!”
Finally,IseesomeblueandwhitelightsThankfullysomeonecarestoseeifI’malright
Before I can even utter a wordThepolicemansayssomethingsoabsurd
Hesays,“You’reparkedinanoparkingzone”He writes me a ticket then leaves me alone
I look up as the snow blinds my left eyeIyelltothesky,“WhyGodwhy?!”
I walk to a station in the blizzard coldRealizing how dumb it was to throw my phone
I slide a quarter in the payphoneI dial her number to see if she’s at home
She doesn’t answer which means she’s not thereShe must have thought I didn’t care
YoustupidcarwhatcanIdo?WhatamItodowithacarlikeyou?
27
Ol’ Worn GuitarJonathan Hall
Ol’ worn guitar what a time we’ve hadPut smiles on faces when they were sad
YoudancedandentertainedthosewholistenedWe’vehadmoregoodlaughsthancanbementioned
YourstringsandmyfingersdancedthetangoOrwasitdisco,rock‘nroll,fastorslow?
You’vetakengoodcareofmealloftheseyearsI kept you in tune with new strings and gears
Now as I look at your worn bodyI think back when I bought you to start a new hobby
Three-hundredandfiftydollarsitcosttotakeyoufromthatshelfIt took every last dime that I had left
Each scratch a reminder of another great songThatredKool-aidstainontheneckstillisn’tgone
On stage, in homes, audiences big and smallSometimes worshipping God and answering His call
YousavedmylifemoretimesthanIcancountI wouldn’t put you up for sale for any amount
Like a friend you’ve stayed by my sideMydeepest,darkestsecretsinyouIcouldconfide
Now there you lay covered in dustSo much time has passed as the gears begin to rust
I’ll play you one last time before the sun has setForol’time’ssakeandmemoriesI’llneverforget
28
Soccer Champions Jonathan Hall
Seven o’clock wake up to Mom’s singingLike a beautiful angel with a message she’s bringingIgetup,putonmyjersey,atthetablebyseven-thirtyHopinthevanwithmomsaying,“Don’tgettoodirty”
Wearriveateighttheteam’ssettingupJohn Lucky number twelve kicking the ball for warm-up
Goalie Sam promises not to let a single goal passKevinSlowfinallycomes,he’salmostalwayslast
Coach Power blows his whistle to line us upWeallsetdownourlemonadecups
He tells us how good we are and to give it our bestHe reminds me of a papa eagle protecting his nestTheotherteamstepsonthefield–theKillerBeesYellowandblackstripesandsockstotheirknees
I take my position, I’m the sweeperI usually never score because I never go deeper
Kick-offbegins,JohnLucky’sinactionKickingtheballupthefieldwithapassionTimegoesbyandafewscoreshereandthere
Fourtotwothefinalscore,theBeescry“Notfair!”It is true; we had in fact won again
Still undefeated I see Coach Power grinMom tells me how great I looked out there
Becoming champions at only age seven is rare
29
The Good Student Jonathan Hall
I was in the library at schoolWorkingonCreativeWritingI saw something pretty cool
InyouIamconfidingThesmalleststudentI’veeverseen
Not even two feet tallLyingonthefloorasleepCurled up in a little ball
Mom was only a few feet awayWorkingonaprojectforclass
Right now all work no playIf she has hopes to pass
ShepausedjustforamomentLooking with love at her treasure
WishinghertimecouldbebetterspentBringing her little one some pleasure
I watched all this with amazementAnd a hint of conviction
I’ve been beating myself up like a cavemanTryingtolearnperfectdiction
Here was a strong young womanTryinghardtomakeittograduation
WhileraisingachildwithatenderhandAnd a young daughter with such patience
Never again will I complainOf having a rough life
ThethingsshehastosustainAt least now I have something to write
30
The Lost TroopersJonathan Hall
I take my pen and start to writeThepainfromthelossIfeelinsideMy hand shakes and my lip quivers
FeelsworsethanwhenIwasshotinmyliverIlayhereinKabulformylastbreaths
I’m not afraid of life after deathYourmomhadmentionedinarecentletter
Thedetailsofyourcancerandyou’dnevergetbetterIn a way I feel connected to you somehow
Mom says you’re stronger than me right nowThemedicseesmytearsbuthedoesn’tknow
You’retherealreasonformysorrowI know I’ll see you soon in Heaven
ThanktheLordyouweresavedatageelevenHowever, Mom is going to be left behind
I thought you’d protect her if I lost my lifeMy darling love, my sweet caress
PleasefindnewloveandknowyouareblessedYouwillhavetwoangelstowatchoveryou
Have mercy, my hand is turning blue…
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
31
WinterJonathan Hall
SnowflakesfallingdownColdairandfrozenfingers
HowIlovewinter!
Photo submitted by Mandy Cantrelle
32
The Problem with ProblemsOscar Pascual
Thingsshouldn’tbesocomplicated,Theyshouldn’tbesotight.
Sometimes knowing,Doesn’t make you very bright.
Just learn to keep it simple,Even when things are hard.
If you follow this,Youwillbestupidsmart.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
33
StrangerOscar Pascual
I changed her name to stranger,And stranger she should be,
But the strangest thing of stranger,She isn’t strange to me.
Photo submitted by Katelyn Harrod
34
Nail Tacks on My BedOscar Pascual
Nail tacks on my bed,Ohtheyjustwon’tletmesleep.
Arrows of poison, And they remind me that I’m a being
I put them to the sideIn the hopes of getting rest,
And I neglect themUntil they consume my every sense.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
35
UnknownOscar Pascual
Isn’titironicwhatmostpeopledon’tknow?Theytrytolookforyou,theylookineveryhole,
Thentheyclaimtheyaren’t,andyou’renotthepoint.Butisthereanythingmorereal?
Just enough can solve the world’s problems And too much can kill.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
36
SongC. Michael Downes
It is true what they sayabout song, beast and savagery-the melody’s cool sweetness, the sonorous subtlety
quelling the blackenedswelling depths with her songsaying, soothingthe ember crown of Heaven’s dusk returning
Thespiritmovesthinthrough the etheramidst prayers and burnt offeringsthin ribbons of ashen whispersof what may one day be sung together
Our psalm of strength and surrender
Photo submitted by Christian Downes
37
Old AcquaintancesC. Michael Downes
She is wrapped in a perfume scarfThatkissesthebottomofhernose
Her cheeks pink in the coldThenight’sbreezesends
Her eyes ablaze in each blink
She pauses and winksHe grabs the taxi-cab handle
LaughingPlastic leather glove seat rub
Down main street
HiswinterhotelfiresidemantleHeslylyslipsajoke
And she all lashes laughsGlass eyes smiling
Sipping her cool silver martiniWithanoldacquaintance
Photo submitted by Tonya Arsenault
38
CepheiMichael Honaker
TheycallhimCepheiThosetinybeingsonthatdistantrockHe calls himself nothingHe has no need for namesHe was born of tiny simple elements...Helium and hydrogenHe is vast nowAnd growing bigger and bigger with agehe knows his time will end soon...RelativelyHe does not careHe has existed for agesHe has seen many beings come and goSome greater, some lesserHe was born of the beginningMany of his kin have passed onSendingtheirgutsshootingthroughinfinityInablindingflashSeeding the universeSo others could existSo he waits...And watches those tiny beingsOn that distant rock
Photo submitted by Christian Downes
39
I Am MeAsaFlowers
I am an oxymoron.I am too inquisitive to remain clueless, yetI am too unaware to be intelligent.I am too young to be old, yetI am too seasoned to be innocent.I am too bold to be meek, yetI am too afraid to persevere.I am too strong to accept defeat, yetI am too weak to be victorious.I am too inspired to be reasonable, yetI am too grounded to reach for the stars.I am too sensitive to bare disdain, yetI am too calloused to feel the rain.I am too friendly to go to war, yetIamtooconfrontationaltoenjoypeace.I am too outspoken to be silenced, yetI am too muted to be understood.I am too enlightened to be sad, yetIamtoodarktofindlaughter.I am too cynical to be polite, yetI am too kind to be heartless.I am too wild to be bound, yetI am too tame to be free...I am me.
40
Innocence LostFrankieConar
Most everyone my age and older Can remember where they were that day.
WithexcitementIwatchedforhiscartopassbyOn that day, the day my innocence went away.
Timemovessoslowlywhenyourtenyearsold.And the minutes crawled gradually by.
My excitement grew stronger each passing minute.“Herehecomes!”Iheardsomeonecry.
My mother held my hand as we stood with the othersWhowerewaitingforachancetoseehisface.
WeknewtheQueenwouldbewithhim,andwelovedherForshewaspossessedbeautyandgrace.
TheretheyweretheKingandQueenofCamelot.He waved as they passed down the street.
I was proud as I stood there with the othersAnd I was sure I saw a wink when our eyes did meet.
“Mama,Mama,didyousee?Ithinkhewinkedatme!”ThesoundofashotrangoutandIheardpeoplescream.
TheQueensofairwasuponherkneesandTheKingwasslumpedoverinthebackofthelimousine.
Shock seemed to dull my senses as I watched,Along with thousands, as events unfolded that day.
I learned not all fairytales have happy endings On that day, the day my innocence went away.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
41
The Old Ones SayFrankieConar
Theoldonessaytheyremember,Orwasitjustadream?Whensparklingwaterdanced,And brooks could really sing.
Theoldonessaytheyremember Something they called dew.Each morning they would see itBack when the grass was green in hue.
TheoldonessaytheyrememberDays spent outside having fun,But that was before our timeWhenpeopleplayedinthesun.
TheoldonessaytheyrememberForestwithtreesstandingtall.Theyevenknewbirdsonsight,And recognized each call.
TheoldonessaytheyrememberWhentheearthwasbeautifulandgreen.ThewaterwassafetodrinkbackthenAnd the air was fresh and clean.
TheoldonessaytheyrememberThedaysspentinidlehoursDancinginfieldsofgreenAndsittingamongtheflowers.
Theoldonessaytheyremember And never gave a thoughtToallthesethings,ortoThepollutionthefactorieswrought.
Theoldonessaytheyremember,Orwasitjustadream?Whensparklingwaterdanced,And brooks could really sing.
42
The Student’s PsalmFrankieConar
Thediplomaismygoal,itiswhatIwant.It maketh me to lie down and study,And leads me through library doors,It troubles my soul.It guides me through the paths at CSCCForitsnamesake.Even though I walkThroughthevalleyoftheshadowoffailureI will fear no testForthoughtsofgraduationarewithme;Junk food and friends,Theycomfortme.ThecafeteriahasatableformeI eat in the presence of my peers.My food is cooked with grease and oil;Andoccasionallymycupoverflows.Surely success will follow meAll the days of my life,And I will dwell among the educated forever.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
43
Seasons of TimeFrankieConar
Thewindblows,andtheyearsflyaway,Days whoosh by like the leaves of a tree.Wasyesterdayadecade,oronlyaday?Timemoveson,theminutesflutterfree.
Spring, season of new beginnings, birthBuds burst forth innocent, shiny, newGreen, tender shoots greet the earth
All life sings with its soft subtle hue.
Summer’s rhythm of time and nature teamGrowing, maturing, changing, taking formAlightning’sflash,thenchildhood’sdreamCarried off on the breeze of a sudden storm
ThegustoftimeboldlymarkstheseasonFromgreentogold,red,orangeandbrownWhoischosen?There’snorhymeorreasonTimeandleaveswaftbywithoutasound
Thebreathofwintersaged,blusteringgaleTwisttheremnantsofthoseleftsolate.
Falling,floating,glidingonthewindtheysailAnd at the appointed time, meet their fate.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
44
Always RememberLauren Link
It’s true that we will never knowHow long we have on this Earth.
And no one knows for certain the course of this diseaseOr how long you’re going to remember me.
Medicine, all the pills the doctors sayAre supposed to give us more time
Withyou.Before you are gone…
Before you can’t remember Just how amazing of a person you are.
I will always remember.Allyourjokesandsenseofhumor,howyoulaugh.
YouwillbeforeverlockedIn my memory and my heart
As that man you were.
No matter how far doctors say you fall,Youaremygrandfather.
Although so much of you will be gone one day,Tome,somuchwillalwaysremain.Thoseeyesofyoursandyoursmile…
How lucky am I to be your grand-daughter, Tohaveyouinmylife.
So I make this promise to you, grandfather.No matter how long and winding the road,
WhetheryouremembermeOr not.
I will always remember you.
Dedicated to her grandfather(who has Alzheimer’s Disease)
45
Song of the HeartEszterKovacs
Song of the HeartHow silent is your music.
Wherehasyourmelodygone?
SoundofjoyringingFromthevoiceoftheonesinging
Echoing in the soul.
Song of the HeartHow still your instruments lay.
Istherenoonetoplayyournotes?
Perhaps it is sleepingUnder sorrow’s mournful keeping,Overwhelmedbysorrow’slullaby?
Wakefromyourslumber!Let your notes resound within,Themelodyshininginthedark!
Forsorrowmaylastthroughouttheevening,ButGod’sjoycomesinthemorning,
Withit,theSongoftheHeart.
46
Star GazerZack Scoggins
A million suns dot the night,Representing lights of a distant time.
Lying on grass feeling so small.Throughthemoonlitwoods,theowlscall.Faintshimmersandtwinklesupintheair.Thoughfaraway,itsevidenceofflares.Flyingcometsstreaktheabysssky,
As meteorites enter and leave nothing behind.Distant city life beams alternate light.
Farmersandcountrymenhavetruesight.AsIlooktowardtheinfinitescene,
I wonder yet again, if He is watching me.It’s here at this moment I know we are not alone.WhatifHeisanalien,staringrightintomysoul?
47
The Barefoot PrincessTonyaArsenault
Purple colored waterfallsand sugar-coated skiesherimaginationfloating
brings that twinkle to her eyesdressed in gowns of pink
as she begins to dancetwirling like an angel
barefoot in the emerald grasslemon-yellowbutterfliesflyaroundhergoldencurls
she is the princess of this landher shimmering magical worldon swings made of velvet rope
her sparkling smile growsflyingswiftwithfairies
asthechocolateriverflowslarge multi-colored trees
hang not apples, but gumdropsandinherfieldofdaisies
spring from the ground; lollipopsas she slides on rainbows
through cotton candy cloudsmusicfillstheair
and elves begin to dance aroundpeaceful night rolls inlightningbugsflyfast
and so my barefoot princessfalls asleep at last
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
48
The Father I Failed to SeeTonyaArsenault
You’retheonewhotookmeinAnd showed me how to growYouweresoangrywithhimYetyouneverletitshow
Every time I sat by the windowWatchingandwaitingforhimYouwouldholdandcomfortmeWhenhedidn’tshow,yetagain
WhenhefailedtoappearYouwerealwaysthereforme
Placed behind the image of himThefatherIfailedtosee
TurnedawayfromthewindowTearswellinginmyeyes
Youtellmeit’snotmyfaultAs you hold in the angry sighsYoubandagedmyscrapedknees
WhenIfelltothegroundI would cry for him at nightAnd you heard every soundYoutaughtmehowtoloveAndwhatsacrificemeans
Youweremymother’shusbandOr so it only seemed
YougaveupyourownlifeTobeapartofmine
A thing I took for grantedForwaytoolongatimeYouwereangrywithhimBecause you loved me so
YourheartwouldbreakformeEvery time he wouldn’t show
YouhavealwaysbeensomethingThatIneverseemedtosee
I would see him ever so oftenBut you were the one who raised me
He will always be my fatherDon’t let your heart feel sad
Thoughittooktoolongtorealize
49
THE SNAKETonyaArsenault
It comes to me in the nightIt tells me that you lied
All those times you promised meYetialwayscried
It slips in beneath my doorAnd watches silently
It whispers words of deceitIt whispers that you lied to me
It speaks to me through clenched teethA wicked smile upon its face
It scares me yet it says it speaks the truthItswordsburnlikefireyetit’scomfortinglikelace
It stays there till i fall asleepSmiling that awful smile
Thephone,itringsoffthehookBut yet it hasn’t been dialed
It’s you i know it isYouwanttolietomeoncemore
Just like the thing has told meWhenitslippedunderneathmydoor
It’s told me that you lied to meAnd that you will once again
It’s told me you’ve deceived meYouandallothersuntilthen
One more time it slips in quietlyUnder the door once more
My heart can’t take this againMy soul is getting sore
It creeps across the room to meAndflashesthatdeathlysmileIt tells me that you lied to meThenlooksatmeawhileThistimeican’ttakeit
I tell him “go away,He’s not the one who lied to me
Youhaveledmeastray!”Thenheturns,hiswickedsmilefading
He twists in anger, screaming even moreHecrawlstothefloor,crying
Thenheslipsbackundermydoor
50
The Yellow RaincoatTonyaArsenault
She stands on the sidewalkHer bare feet in a puddle
Her body wrapped in a yellow raincoatShe stands there, huddled
Her eyes are large and chocolate brownAnd brimmed with sparkling tears
She clings to me as I walk byWantingmetotakeawayherfears
I push her back and walk awayNo guilt within my mind
ThenIturntolookbackatherButtomysurpriseshe’snottheretofind
ThishappenseverynighttomeEvery night within my dreams
ThelittlegirlintheyellowraincoatEvery night she beckons to me
It pains me to see this little girl hurtBut what am I supposed to do
It frightens me when she disappearsMaybe tonight I will disappear too
Again I fall asleep and the little girl appearsIn her yellow raincoat she clings to meThistimeIaskher,“Whoareyou?”Thenshewhispers,“Can’tyousee?”Thislittlegirlintheyellowraincoat
Standing, crying before me in my dreamWhispersintomyearsoftly
Thatsheismysoul,lostinsideofme
51
ToyTonyaArsenault
Tossedaround,flungonthebedKickedonthefloor,steponmyhead
Broken arms and shaved off earsThisishowit’sbeenforyearsPut in boxes, forgotten about
Once loved, now without thoughtOncewithoutsadness,nowwithoutjoy
I realize now; all I am is a toy
Drawing submitted by James Garrett
52
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
My American HeroTonyaArsenault
Thiswarhasgoneonwaytoolonghurting country and family in turn.WithouthimitalljustfeelswrongMy heart yearns for his safe return.
BlockingoutthenewsstoriesonT.V.ofthetroopsfightingwithmyhusbandinIraq.
Fightingbackthingsunbearabletoseethe strength to keep going, I falter, almost lack.
I have to be strong for our children, for Him.Forwhathe’sgoingthroughistentimesworse.
Putting him through this feels like a sinbut for the American Hero, that is the curse.
On the radio are stories of men killed, people dying.New car bombs and blood baths every day.
I thank God to talk to my husband, both of us crying,saying when things are right, he’ll come home to stay.
Tillthenkeeponhoping,wishingandpraying…kiss and tuck in his babies good-night
keep on saying those I love yous to him that I’m sayingandmyAmericanHerowillkeeponfightingthegoodfight.
53
Learn from Your ChildrenTonyaArsenault
Listen to your childrenTotheirwordsfromthestartTheyhavethingstosaytoyou
Even though it may break your heart
TheysayhowgreatyouareWhentheyareveryyoung
TheytellyouhowmuchtheyloveyouBut also when you’re not much fun
As your children get olderTheytelltruthsyou’drathernotknowIt kills you inside, you try to deny itYougetmadbutdon’tletitshow
TheytellyouthatyouyelltoomuchAnd you treat them so unfair
TheygetafraidwhenyouslamdoorsAnd they feel like you don’t care
TheysayyouspendwaytoomuchtimeDoing laundry, and washing dishes
WhenyoushouldbespendingalittlemorePlayinggamesandfulfillingwishes
Of course they are still kidsAnd they have little kid minds
And things will come out of those sweet mouthsThataretwisted,deceitfullittlelies
But listen with your heartTotheunderlyingtruthinwhattheysay
Weadultsdon’talwayshearwhatweshouldBut with words our kids have a special way
TheyremindusofwhatisimportantAnd what it is we should forget
I have learned so much from my childrenAnd I have so much left to learn yet
54
Nighttime ConfessionsTonyaArsenault
I confess, I’m afraid, I’ve seen him before.That’swhyIamscaredtosleepbythedoor.Faceofaclown,andthelegsofagoat,I fear he’ll come out and slash my throat.ShouldIsleepwithanightlightwhenI’malone?Hiding in there, he knows there’s no one else home.Longthinfingerscanslipthroughjustacrack.I’ve seen him before, I know he’ll come back.He scares me, I’ll admit it; he is an awful sight.I make sure the closet door is shut closed every night.Istarttofallasleep,butthen…whatwasthat?I hear something scratching on the door… we don’t have a cat.Theevilclownedfacehascomebacktogetme.But it’s dark in here and I fear I can’t see.I gather up all the courage from my weary stores,Jump out of bed and use something heavy to block the door.Iflybackintobed;covermyheadsilentlyasIweepListening closely for noises as I try not to fall asleep.My eyes are puffy and bloodshot as I see the sun rise. Another night down, I think to myself, glad I survivedFromthisclown-likemonsterinmycloset-land.Yes,Iconfess;I’veseenhim,Ibelieveinhim,
He’s the Boogeyman…..
55
Stop and Smell the Roses:An Elegy for Rosemary
TonyaArsenault
I have heard that the saying goesthe sweetest smell is of the Rose
though I had never paid it much mindIhavebeentoldIamnottheflowerykindBut I had a Rose that was great to behold
I had a beautiful Rose of my very ownshe was thin and always seemed wind blown
andjusttoshowmyRosehowmuchshewaslovedI named one of my children a little Rose bud
for my Rose looked out for me since I started to grow
ThesignsoflonglostyouthmyRosecouldnotmaskmy Rose petals were no longer red as in the past
but had become faded and gray with ageand those years would be re-counted, retold by stagelisteningtotalesoftheRosewasmyjoyoustask
ToknowmoreaboutmyspecialRoseIyearnedthe longer I listened, the more I learned
the more I learned, the more and more I lovedbut the longer we talked the longer life seemed to shoveIwasenjoyingmyRosebutIhadnotyetdeservedher
Bentfingersforleavesfeltsoftuponmyfacethelifeofaflowergoesattoofastapace
and when its pain is taken feels like removed thornswhen my Rose at last was being cut, I heard the music of angels’ hornsthough I cannot water my Rose with this water, the tears you can trace
I pick up her blanket, breathe her in through my nosehold her deep in my soul, and smell that sweet Rose.
for once in my life I believe the saying and for the rest of my life I will continue my praying
thanking God for my old one and watching grow my young Rose
56
Sweet ReleaseTonyaArsenault
A little tickleA little tease
I’m still waitingCome on… pleaseIt starts to comeAnd then it stops
I draw in my breath…Myjawdrops
Here it comes again…And then it goesI want it to comeI know it shows
WhenitfinallycomesIt will fully shake meIt will feel so goodI will feel so free…
It will feel so great to let goI can’t wait for that sweet release
ThetimehasfinallycomeI think I’m about to sneeze
57
Teardrop RainTonyaArsenault
WhathaveIbecome?An image of invisibilityI have become somethingI never wanted to be
ToomanyfearstocountAnd childhood memoriesHave made up my illusionOf the world surrounding me
DeepconflictingemotionsLike never-ending tidesMake up the darkness In the prison where I hide
SelfinflictedpainAnd constant agonySeem to hide the truthThepersoninsideofme
Homemade monstersOf my own nightmaresTheyalwaysseemehidingTheonlyoneswhoknowI’mthere
Please save me from myselfStop the constant ruinIneedtofinallydealwithWhatIhavebeenthrough
I am going crazyDying with the painDrowning in the poolOf my teardrop rain
58
Sometimes I CryTommyStamey
I have these feelings I keep locked deep inside that are at times hard to hide,these emotions cause a commotion inside my head and my heart,I can’t let them show for the fear they may tear my world apart,I keep them under lock and key so that no one else can see,these emotions, my own personal agony,sometimes I cry, and these are the reasons why,because deep inside my heart it’s bleeding,there’s something missing that I’m needing,sometimes I cry, when I’m sitting all alone,cause it chills me to the bone, that you’re never coming home,that you’ll never call me on the phone,sometimes I cry, because you’re on my mind,allnightanddayandIcan’tfindawaytomakethesememoriesgoaway,sometimes I cry, because I have to live like this,deep down inside it’s really you that I miss,ThesetearsthatIcry,theyfalltohelpmemakeitthroughitall,they wash away the pain and make me whole again,justuntilIhearyournameorthinkaboutneverseeingyourfaceagain,sometimes I cry, because things don’t go my way,when my life it goes astray,when I feel like I can’t go on another day,sometimes I cry, because I’m sick and tired of waiting,for something or someone to take up this time that it seems I’m wasting,sometimes I cry, because it seems that god, he’s hesitating,tofulfillthesedreamsthatI’vebeendreaming,sometimes I cry, because deep down inside I feel like screaming,I’m getting tired of reaching for something that seems so misleading,ThesetearsthatIcry,theyhelptoeasethepaininside,they help me to release these feelings that I hide from day to day within this foolish pride,sometimes I cry, because I’m angry about this hand that I’ve been dealt,I wish I’d never had to feel these feelings that I’ve felt,they make my soul feel like it’s starting to melt,sometimes I cry, because it feels so good to let it all out,to take a few minutes to kick and scream and shout,to release the tension of these doubts,sometimes I cry, because I don’t know what this life is all about,attimesitseemssohardtofigureout,ThesetearsthatIcry,theyaremyrelease,they give me a moment to stop and breathe,sometimesIcry,becauseitjusthurtsdeepinside,these feelings that I have are so hard to hide,sometimes I cry.
59
Too Many Yesterdays and Not Enough TomorrowsTommyStamey
Well,Itookitallforgranted,thingsjustdidn’tgohowweplannedit,I still don’t understand why this had to happen,There’snomoreyou,there’sonlyme,WhenIlookbackallIseearethesefadingmemoriesofwhatusedtobe,things were supposed to be better, better than the way things are here today, if only things could’ve gone a different way,I wish there were some magic words that I could say,to make this all go away, my senses are numbed,
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
60
my soul’s left hollowed,there’s too many yesterdays and not enough tomorrows,the time’s been spent there’s none left to borrow,all that’s left is this heart-ache and sorrow,the bits and pieces that were left behind,no one sees the images that play inside my mind,with no fast forward or rewind,ahauntingfilmfilledwithmurder,misery,andpain,I’ll never forget the face, the place, or the namewherethesethingshappenedonthatSaturday,October28th,I’m the only one left, with no one to blamethis life is different,it can never be the same,my senses are numbed,my soul’s left hollowed,there’s too many yesterdays and not enough tomorrows,the time’s been spent there’s none left to borrow,all that’s left is this heart-ache and sorrow,Thebulletsburnedandbrokemybones,they left me here feeling empty and all alone,with no reason, cause, or purpose,didwereallydeservethis?I’m sorry that I missed your funeral service,no last words,no long good-byes,I woke up one week later paralyzed,to my surprise,I thought you had made it,I didn’t know that you had died,I couldn’t even cry,Thedoctorskeptmesodopedup,that no one knew that all the while I was dying inside, my senses were numbed,my soul was left hollow,there’s too many yesterdays and not enough tomorrows,the time was spent there was none left to borrow,there was nothing left but this heart-ache and sorrow.There’stoomanyyesterdaysandnotenoughtomorrows.
61
This ThingTommyStamey
Howdidthisthinggetthisfar?Idon’tevenknowwhereweare!I’velosttrack,who’sbeenkeepingscore?Ican’ttakethisanymore!I’m tired of hearing these slamming doors,I’m sick of all the screaming and this dream I’ve been dreaming, that’s not so sweet,Whydidweandthistimehavetomeet?Fallingoffthedeependinchesfromdrowning,I’m lost and I’m found always turning around,I’m listening but there’s no sound,(ThisThing........!ThisThing........!)Howdidthisthinggetthisfar?Idon’tevenknowwhereweare!Soclosetoflyingoffthehandle!Sickofburningbothendsofthiscandle!I’mlosingmygrip;myfingersarestartingtoslip!(ThisThing........!ThisThing........!)Maybejustonemoresipofthisalcoholwillmakeitallgoawayforjustonemoreday,Thesewordssohardtosay,I’ve been biting my tongue,Thissituationismakingmenumb,I’mtiredoffightingmyself,wishingIwassomeoneelse,Somewhere else, another time, another place,Another person, a different face, instead of here taking up this space,Howdidthisthinggetthisfar?Idon’tevenknowwhereweare!Soclosetoflyingoffthehandle!Sickofburningbothendsofthiscandle!I’mlosingmygrip;myfingersarestartingtoslip!(ThisThing........!ThisThing........!)Theserhymeswithoutreasons,Theneverendingseasons,Spending my time watching my money,Icanhearthelaughter,butnothing’sfunny!Whateverhappenedtomy“HappilyEverAfter?!”It’s time to put this book back on the shelf,Thisstory’sover,ithasreacheditsconclusion,It’s time to end this illusion and self made confusion,Howdidthisthinggetthisfar?Idon’tcarewhereyouare!Soclosetoflyingoffthehandle!Sickofburningbothendsofthiscandle!I’mlosingmygrip;myfingersarestartingtoslip!(ThisThing........!ThisThing........!)(ThisThing........!ThisThing........!)
62
The Butterfly EffectTommyStamey
Abutterflyfloatsloftyunawarethatitseffectshavebegun,Asitfluttersitswingssoftly,Theeffectstheycreatecannotbeundone,Thewindpicksupslowlygentlyblowing,Theleavesonthetreesrustleandstir,Thebranchesstartbowing,Yetstillthebutterflystaysgentlyaloftandremainsunknowing,Theseas,lakes,andoceanstheybegintoanger,Theshipsthatsailonthemareunawareoftheimpendingdanger,Thewavestheyswellasiftheyhadtheirownstorytotell,Civilizations have no realizations of the coming hell, Theearthfeelsthisrageandthevolcanoestheyrumble,the ground shakes violently as the buildings they crumble,yetstillthebutterflystaysgentlyaloftandremainsunknowing.
63
CrushTommyStamey
There’sagirlthatIknowIcanseeheralmosteveryday,the way she catches my eye doesn’t leave my mouth with much to say,my mind goes blank, my tongue gets tied,her image dances in my eyes while all the while, her pretty smile is accentuating her style,coulditbe,thatit’sjustme,wishing that she could be, the missing piece,that makes my life complete,I think I’ve got a crush, but I’m in no rush to let her know,should I move in fast or should I take it slow,to let her know, I love the way that she glows, tell her she’s pretty and how I wish that her heart belonged to me,How I see her in my future and all my dreams,I know it’s only fantasy,ButIcanjustimaginehowgreatitwouldbe,Ifitwerejustherandme,I think I’ve got a crush, She’s so out of my league,How I wish I could speak when she approaches me,But I can’t talk and only smile,InmymindIknowshe’sjustmystyle,She’s got a rock hard body,I wonder if she knows she’s a hottie,My mind tells me that I need her,My arms really want to squeeze her,I think I’ve got a crush, but I’m in no rush to let her know,should I move in fast or should I take it slow,to let her know, I love the way that she glows, tell her she’s pretty and how I wish that her heart belonged to me,How I see her in my future and all my dreams,I know it’s only fantasy,ButIcanjustimaginehowgreatitwouldbe,Ifitwerejustherandme,I think I’ve got a crush.
64
Guilt RiddenTommyStamey
Demons haunting, taunting, reminding, unbinding the ties, Blinding memories, untold truths coming out as lies,Regrets, doubts, worries, fears, debts left unpaid,Crooked paths left unpaved,An innocent life left unsaved,Abatoftheeye,aflickofthewrist,An un-understandable gist,Mixed emotion, a battle lost in confusion, a disagreeable illusion,Illicitconflictsstirredandshakenblendedintoanundrinkabledrink,A vertigo spiral spinning in a bottomless sink,A sweet caress with misguided intentions,Wordsandthoughtsunmentionedlefttightlywoundinsuspendedtensions,A breathless kiss, a ticking clock, moments missed,Forgottenmisleadingill-gottengains,A railroad spike driven deep into the brain,A bleeding heart bound by barbed wire,Eyes that tire never sleeping always weeping,Tearscrieddriedbyarelentlesssweeping,Lips locked tightly by the secrets they’re keeping,Feetthatdancegingerlyforfearoffalling,Ears that listen attentively deaf to who’s calling,Balance lost a glamorous descent a broken body twisted and bent,Jaggedshardscutthroughfleshsotender,Blood bled willingly in a captivating surrender,Misunderstood meanings encrypted in stone,an arctic breeze that chills to the bone only to freeze the arms reaching for someone hold,Nerve endings numbed disconnected and old,Viralinfectionsuncuredantibioticsunknown,De-stigmatized and desolate unaware all alone, Situations screeching to a halt,ThemeaningoflifesealedwithinanopenlessvaultShame hidden, sympathy ungiven, guilt ridden.
65
Just One LieTommyStamey
Just one lie, Days go by,Misleading insecurities, changing the view of what she meant to me,Future’schanged,twolivesrearranged,Whatwasmeanttobe,No longer a destiny,Broken hearts, drifting apart,Tearscried,inmomentsthatdied,Just one lie, Months go by,Trappedinmisery,Exposed for the world to see,Drunken stupor lived in, Heart ache and regret hidden,A marriage of guilt, the wall was built,Divorced for truths, No longer amused,Just one lie,Yearsgoby,A realized reality, a no longer hidden epiphany,His soul is yearning, too late the bridge is no longer burning,Piles of ash, He’s always thinking of the past,Memories of her a constant reminder, Hismistakehislovecannolongerfindher,Just one lie, His life goes by,He still sits at home all alone and cries,Wonderingwhy,Thewordspassedthroughhislips,Wishingthathewouldhaveneverletthemslip,Ashetoldjustonelie.
66
I Can’t Be Your HeroTommyStamey
In a moment that I could not foresee,I was weakened and knocked to my kneesAll alone and helpless it was only methe walls closed in and I could not breathe,TheskiesdarkenedandIcouldnotsee,I screamed so loud that no one could hear me,My strength was drained,My body put into excruciating pain,In was in that moment that I knew,Everything we had was through,I knew that I could no longer hold and protect you,No, I can’t be your hero anymore,I’ve fallen from your grace, Thesmilewipedfrommyface,My cape is torn and tattered,Like all the things that mattered,Thedreamsthatwesharedleftbrokenandshattered,No, I can’t be your hero anymore,Thesunnolongershinesontheworldthatusedtobemine,It’s a cold dark lonely place,Nothing’s left but these memories of your face,No, I can’t be your hero anymore,I was down and out for the count,My world was spinning round and round,So fast that I could not see,ThatIturnedmybackonwhatwassocherishedbyme,Forgivenesslost,Expensive moments ticked away,Thatcosttoomuchformetopay,Nothing left for me to say,I lost my grip as I watched our world slip away,I was broken and I knew that I could no longer hold and protect you,No, I can’t be your hero anymore,I’ve fallen from your grace, Thesmilewipedfrommyface,My cape is torn and tattered,Like all the things that used to matter,Thedreamsthatwesharedleftbrokenandshattered,No, I can’t be your hero anymore,Thesunnolongershinesontheworldthatusedtobemine,It’s a cold dark lonely place,Nothings left but these memories of your face,
67
No, I can’t be your hero anymore,Therearethesecolddarkeyesthatstare,Searching only to compare,Withwhatisnowandwhatusedtobe,Theyonlydaretoseemeun-brokenandun-bent,Un-twisted and un-spent,Thefiresextinguishedandthesmokebeginningtovent,Theyonlyseewhatusedtobe,Living deep inside of me,Lost in an un-ending dream,Withacontinuingtheme,I’m broken and I can no longer hold and protect you,No, I can’t be your hero anymore,Thesunnolongershinesontheworldthatusedtobemine,It’s a cold dark lonely place,Nothing’s left but these memories of your face,No, I can’t be your hero anymore.
Photo of James Tivis
68Photo submitted by Christian Downes
SonnetTylerWickman
So many things to doWritingpapersanddoingmathAnd sometimes some reading too,Even when I’m in the bath.
If only I had one night offTodosomethingsbesidesschoolThatincludessometennisandgolfBut I guess the work keeps me from being a fool.
TiredofallthepressureandtheburdensIt takes a toll on a college studentI’dratherjusttakeanicetriptoSwedenSomaybeI’lljustkeeptomyselfandbeprudent.
School is something that everyone needsSo that way you don’t end up on the street being a dweeb.
69
Gypsy SkirtsSharon DePierro
Swirling, Spinning, toAnd fro, Riots of ColorKissingCalvesandToes
Photo submitted by Tonya Arsenault
70
Silent BondSharon DePierro
Long ago, across a bar,Imagineered for Second Souls.TheSparkalitthatspawnedaStar,Unknown, as we Danced among our Roles.
Masks on, Masks off, it mattered not.Timecame,Timewent,On tattered ear and comfort sought,TrueSoulswereLent.
Thebarisgone,theyearsranpast,Firstliveshaverunaground.Yetyouandme,restinginStarsoVast,KnowonlytheHearthasfound…
Sometimes the Deepest Bond lies in,TheonethatwentUnspoken.
Photo submitted by Aimee Morris
71Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
Lone StalkSharon DePierro
Caught betwixt rough, red bricks,Hard angled, straight and narrow,And the taste of almost mossy dampness,Colliding with air ping-pongin’.
Jingling keys pass right by,Withoutasecondthought,As silent as their sneakers,Upon the slick black-top.
Only the whoosh of wind,Oristhattheengine’sroar?Toruffledroopofyellowedleaf,Caught between tree trunk and door.
72
SleepChris Bennett
TheSunpassesintoitsalcoveForitsnightlyrestThemoonwithprideandbeamhurlsTheresidueoflightattheworldWesleep.Wedonotcareforthemoon,WhotiresoutbutwithconstantVigilancegivesusthelightWeneveruse.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
73
Hour GlassChris Bennett
TimeiseveralludingtoManIn a very causal way, it, pointsWithacrookhandandbotchedfaceWithasmirkandawink,Man is left behind.
Photo submitted by Barrett Kibble
74
UntitledChris Bennett
Wasn’tthatjustbeautiful? I try to get a --Themostbeautifulpoem! I reach for somethi --Mr. Poet was insinuating that the human condition, I understan -- Is a hopeless, confounding, pernicious little disease that shouldbeavoidedliketheplagueitself!PLEASEHEL–
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
75
Suicide SpotterSierraWhite
Made my Lucky Charms with bleachBlew up balloons for a funeral at threeWatchedmysisterdieofyellowfeverFelttheworldsuffocatesecondhandinsmoke.
Cigarettes and cinnamon rolls for lunchDrewagirl’ssketchincrimsonatfivefifteenLace dress riddling skin with ten hundred paper cuts And a glance at redemption that wasn’t clean.
Black gossip about cries for attentionRed wrists white-out my soul around seven; Some voices are too quiet for recognition, Some eyes are too catarized to see.
Suicide spotter, little bird peeping on the window sill Sing a symphony for waxed beauty And remember that I couldn’t cage you still.Remember that I tried, that I tried, that I tried.
But they didn’t believe me.Oh, no, they didn’t believe-
Photo submitted byMarchelle Wear
76
Autistic Student at Cleveland StateJamesLongEagleKilgore
August29th,2006,IwasacceptedandenrolledtoClevelandStateCommunityCollege.Abouttwoweeksbeforeschoolstarted,TNVocationalRehabwantedmetoacceptthefactthatIshouldjustbehappytowraphamburgers;but,myDadtoldthem“NO”andhedidnotacceptthefact.Sotheyremovedmefromtheirrolls.WewenttoClevelandStateCommunityCollege.WelocatedtheaccesscentertospeaktoMs.AmyL.Derrick.Ms.Derrick is advisor for disabilities support services for the college. Ms. Derrick helpedenrolledmeintwoclassesforthefirstsemesterin2006.
IstartedintheFederalWorkStudyprogramin2008underDr.GayleL.Garner.Afterfifteenyearsofhardwork,teachingthestudentshowtospeakinapositive manner. Ms. Garner is retiring to pursue new interest. She has been suchagreathelptomeinthenewspaper(TheCherokeeSignal)forthreeyears.
Dr. Gayle L. Garner. Dr. Garner really helped me whenever I got problems on putting in articles for the Cherokee Signal. I got involved with the Cherokee SignalintheSpringSemesterof2007.IhavebeenwriterandreporterforthreeyearsandVicePresidentoftheCherokeeSignalClubfortwoyearsfrom2008to2010.Thispastacademicyear2009-2010,IwasnamedtheCherokeeSignalaward winner at awards night in the Johnson Building at the auditorium. She hasbeenawonderfulteacherandgreatinstructor.Mrs.GarnerwillbedefinitelymissedbyallofthestudentsatClevelandState.WeareveryproudofDr.Gayle L. Garner, who is not only a great teacher, but also a friend to us all.
Ms.KarenWyrick.ShehasstartedmeinBasicMath,ElementaryAlgebraand Intermediate Algebra until I started College Algebra on the computer for the firsttimeever.ItwasKatieHines’sideatohaveaMathlabintheadministrationbuildingonthesecondfloor.FormerchairmanoftheMathdepartmentwasDr.John Squires, who really take time to go over the tests that I make mistakes on and trytohelpmeimproveontest.Mrs.WyricktakestimetohelpmewheneverIhave problems on my homework. She is really an awesome teacher.
Mrs.KellyOrmsby.Mrs.Ormsbyhashelpedmegetthroughbasicwritinginthefallsemesterof2006andalsoDevelopmentalWritingintheSpringSemester2010.Mrs.OrmsbyhasreallypicksupsomeslackbylettingmebringingtherecorderanduseittostudysincetheSpringSemesterof2007.Inthefirsthalfofwriting, my essay average and quiz average wasn’t very good at all. But, in the second half of writing, I paid attention to my teacher and write the notes down on a piece of a notebook paper so I did not forget.
77
Blessed DebtJeffYoung
OhKing,myheartlongsformuchmorethannormal.I am the untamable wolf kept from the wild,Put amongst dogs and expected to be formal.Didyouintendformetositrestlesslylikeachild?Takeawaymystatusandremovemypossession.Thesethingsmeannothingwhenmyspiritisbound.I leave them behind; you are my obsession.I was broken and shunned, you lifted me from the ground.Become my sole reliance.TeachmeyourrelentlessloveandastoundingstrengthWhenunjustauthorityrisesup,givemeyourcompletedefiance.Permit me the unwavering will to press on to any length.
Foremost,admonishmetoneverforgetI am yours eternally and I owe a blessed debt.
78Photo submitted by Tonya Arsenault
Beach at DuskJeffYoung
Sloshy, wet, sand between my toesAnd chilling translucent salt water drowns my feet.Beach, you will never recognize how my affection for you growsOrhowenjoyingyouatduskisblissfulandsweet.Colorfully painted seashells are speckled across your grainy face.Each steps sinks below the sand, leaving a print.Pelicans glide above the water with a pleasant graceAnd I’m amused seeing violet crabs move across the sand in a sprint.Violentwaveschargesthelandinagloriousroar.Pinks, reds, and oranges dash across the skyAnd sand turns to gold on the shore.Thesunkissesthehorizonwithitslastgoodbye.
ThismomentisrareandsublimeWishing,forthismoment,tobelockedintime.
79
In Memory of a FriendAnthony Bowers
Many days have gone by.Many nights have passed.It’s sadness like this, you realize life doesn’t last.
I remember us swimming.Thesundiddie,andquicklyithidbehindthetrees.Wejumpedoutofthewater,almosthearingtheshakingofourknees.
Youwerealwaysgoofy,butagoodfriendthough.It’sjustsotough,sometimestoletgo.
Weusedtogoswim,upatthelake.Yet,neveragain,becauseofonemistake.
Youhadthemunchies,sotheysay.Yougotinyourcar,andthendroveaway.
I wish you were not driving drunk or high.Forthissimplemistake,nobodyspokeafinalgoodbye.
It’s not easy losing a good friend.Because of this, it takes time, time for the heart to mend.
I remember the last time I said hello, and even hi.Yet,itwasatyourfuneral,mylastgoodbye.
Photo submited by Ross Spurgeon79
80
The Purpose of SilenceDouglas Parris
Thedefinitionofsilenceistherelativeortotallackofaudiblesound.Thewordsilencemayalsorefertoanyabsenceofcommunication,eveninmedia other than speech. Silence in speech can be the result of hesitation, stutters, self-correction, or the deliberate slowing of speech for the purpose ofclarificationorprocessingofideas.Accordingtotheculture,silencecanbeinterpretedaspositiveornegative.Foranexample,inchurchtherecanbeamomentofreflectionwhileothertimessilencecanbeaformofobjectionorrejectionofanideaorwhatisbeingdiscussedortaught.Placingtheindexfingeroverclosedlipsisthemostwidelyrecognizedgestureofsilence.InWesterncultures,silencecanmeananger,hostility,disinterest,oranynumberofemotions;becauseofthis,onesidewillusuallytrytofillsilencewithsmalltalk.TheWesternApachesusesilenceduringtimesofuncertaintyandanger.In music, silence is simply termed as a rest. In debate, silence can be both offensive and effective. In law, we have a right to silence. In spirituality, silence can be used as worship and as part of listening for the inner voice. Usually when a client is silent, an event or memory is triggered that they are ashamed ofordonotfeelcomfortabletalkingabout.Manytheyjustdonotunderstandwhat you are saying or do not know how to response. If I can help to identify why there is silence, then many we can discuss it. Silence can be fear or illness; italsocouldbeshame.Thereisalwaysapurposeforsilence.
Photo submited by Annika Endo
81
Ocean TiffanyTate
I can taste the warm, salty breeze.I can feel the sand between my feet.I hear the waves crashing on the shore.I will remember this forevermore.Thisplaceismyhomeawayfromhome.ThebeachiswhereIbelong.
Photo submitted by Marchelle Wear
82
SoonC. Michael Downes, Aaron Quinn,
andEszterKovacs
Theirperfectlifecametoashatteringhalt.Evennow,herlipstrembledatthehorrificmemory.Formonthsafterthecrash,shehadtofighttheguiltofliving, while her son did not. She battled the severe depression that threatened her very sanity, and alienated her husband, as she slowly came to the realization thatherbabywasgone.Hertherapisthadsuggestedthatshejoinanonlinechatgroup to talk to other people that had gone through the same tragic experience, to help her grieve. It was there, that she had met a woman who suggested a procedure that could bring her old life back-a suggestion that had shocked her whenshefirstheardit.Atfirst,shehadrejectedtheverythoughtofsuchathing.But then, as time passed, and as her grief haunted her more deeply, she became desperate to return to a time when she had not lost control of her life.
Whenshesuggestedtheprocesstoherhusband,hewouldn’tevenconsiderit.“You’renottheonlyonewholostason.Ididtoo,andImisshimjustasmuch as you. But hunny…we have to come to terms with the fact that he’s not comingback.Nothingwillchangethat.”
Thinkingthatherhusbandhadbeenright,shetriedtosurrendertothatthought. But the thought wouldn’t leave her mind. It began to plague her every wakingmoment.Therewereboutsofinsomnia,anddepthsofconstantsleep.Yetwhenshewoke,hersonwasalwaysthere.
She wasn’t personally religious, but she was raised in a strict Catholic family. She knew right away the priest from her old parish would be against it. Butwasheright?Wasitmorallywrongtopreservetheirlivesinthisway,withthisprocess?Thereisnospecificversecondoningtheact-itneverevenmentionsthe word. It wasn’t even against the law…well, at least in some countries. But didthatmeanthatitwaswrong?SurelyGodwouldunderstandthemother’sdesperatewish.TherewasastoryaboutalostsonintheBible,wasn’tthere?Isn’titbasicallythesamething?SurelyGodwouldn’tbegrudgeherfortryingtoregain the perfect life she once had. She glanced at her bulging stomach, then at her husband. He was still staring at the ceiling, then the door. He sighed. She turned a stare to him, waiting for him to say anything. She felt so tired. She huffedandlookedupattheceilingvent.Whycouldn’theseethingsherway?She had tried to see his point of view, but every single time, she knew that hers wasbetter.Didn’theunderstandthatshewasdoingthisforbothofthem?Tohelperasethepainthathadrackedtheirhearts?Shelookedbackathim.Whywouldn’thelookather,understandherlikeheusedto?
Now here she lay, many months having passed, months of constant arguing with her husband about the child she now carries-with the ongoing war in her mind,continuous.Achildisontheway.Wasshereallydoingtherightthing?People say that the pain of a lost child never leaves the heart, but time softens the blow. Now she had a choice. She couldn’t imagine that ever happening to her again. Ever.
83
Beneath the examination gown, she rubbed the area on her stomach, wantingitalltobeover.Soon,Soon!Shethought.Herhusbandwillcomearound. Once he fully understood her vision, her dream for the two of them, it would become his too, and he would embrace it with open arms. Soon. She thought again, turning to look at her husband.
Thewaitingroomlayheavy,pressedagainsthiseyes.Hiswifelaystillonherback.Theirfuturerestedominouslyontheheavyturnofadoorhandle.Anoverwhelmingdreadcontinuedtocreepoutfromhisinner-self.Theyhadat least discussed this decision with each other at great length; long nights spent respectively hunched at the computer, medical books-copious amounts of research done. Even the preacher had been consulted, chiming in with his shock, and scolding disapproval. None of it made this moment any more bearable. In the deepest recesses of his heart, he wanted her to make this decision, since at the end of this, it would be she who had to share the physical burden and responsibility. He wanted her to delineate her own bodily limits, but at this point she was not interested in limitations. Even so, he longed to tell her-she, this part of him-that he did not wish to go through with this. Perhaps it was toolatetoexpressit.Wearehere.Waiting.Maybehisopinionhadlittleweightanylonger.Wearealreadyhere.Nevertheless,heburnedtoscreamout,No!-Anything to quell the ache of this. He began to reminisce over the ultra-sound. If things were different, he knew the glossy vignette would have been more than this, more than a child; an adult, a man with dreams that would ultimately surrender to reality, never the same-yet always…his son.
Hesatinsilence,waiting.Theairoftheexaminationroomwrappedaround his wrists and neck, anywhere his skin was bare-a much darker chill, thanmedicinalcold-sterility.Heturnedhisheadslowlytowardher.Theair,sosharp and electric, stung his eyes. Slowly, they glazed-he feared she’d think him weeping. She stared fervently upward, at the dull gray vent, shifted slightly as the examination table paper crackled hard and loud against the stillness of the room. Washesoinnocentinthis,sittingsilentinthefaceofdestruction?Whyopposethecreationofauniquebeing-flawed,andillequippedyetanexceptionallydistinctindividual?Hedrewinaslow,coldbreath,andlookedup.Theceilingventseemed audible in its exhale, that in the entirety of this room, it was the only thing with purpose, volition, no matter how cold its will. His mind lapsed back to her weddingdress,conjuringacomparisontothewhiteoftheroomthatenvelopedthemnow.Thepurityofthewhitesdeviated;hewatchedbeautybecomesterility.He had allocated a whole section of his memory solely for the sanctity of what that dress symbolized. It had so beautifully adorned their night of matrimony, but now that color quickly faded into the walls of the room.
Devoid of strength, his chest collapsed, in a shivering exhale, a sigh he did not want released. His wife looked at him, exasperated, tired. Her stare was crushing. Her own battle had been so readily apparent, as if the war within her constantly spilled from her lips, eyes, and tumultuous expressions that so easily made his heart tremble. He wanted to hold her, longed to give his brave wife some kind of support, but for a moment he perceived in her a subtle liveliness
84
that momentarily mocked his beleaguered mind. A schism of rational thought was instantly raised, a wall he had no skill to traverse. Squishing footsteps approachedthedoorandinsecondspassed,takingthefortifiedremainderofhispride with them. His wife sighed. He worried about that momentary emotional detachment from his wife’s well being, and his defensive instinct. But what ofallhelearnedofmortality?-Itwouldsoonbecomeamerry-go-roundforalltheWorld’schildren.Heabhorredthethoughtofsuchapossibility.Hereheremained.Theirpseudo-mutualdecisionalienatedhimfromhiswife,andall their family had shared in years that passed so innocently, so that only he remained. Growing colder, hardened and more alone, he held the ghost of his son in a heart that slowly broke, with the turning of the door handle, and the doctor’s footsteps into the room.
“Myfriends-thankyouforyourpatience.First,yourtestresultsarepositive.That’sgreatnews.Wehavecomealong,longwayfromvegetablesandsheep.Justthink,nearlyayearagoyoutwoweresittinginmyoffice,overcomewithgrieffromtheaccident,andthelossofyourpreciousson.Wehavemadestridesinreturningthatlostjoytoyourlife.Futuregenerationswilllook back at this moment and your decision, as the pioneering endeavor that resurrectslostchildren.Thesciencecommunitymournedwithyouandnowwearecelebratingwithyou.Youhavemadeyourselvesheroicexamplesinaworld-fearful of change. Never again will anyone look at cloning as an irrational pursuit. More importantly, very soon, you two will have your son back again, healthy,happy…thewayitshouldhavebeen.”
85
Another Kind of MotherAnonymous
ThismothercansmileJust like any other
She takes pride in her clanShe loves like no other
Her loyalty is like steelSheisafierceprotectorShe knows how to feel
One cannot help but respect her
ThereisjoyinhereyesShe is steady in her devotion
Her expression never liesPicture of motherhood perfection
Photo submitted by Allen Bouchard