Art & Scope has been a creative cornerstone at SUNY Oneonta for decades, showcasing the artistic and literary talents of our student community. Originally known as Scope, the magazine adopted its current name in the 1970s after a quirky copyright twist, but its mission remains the same: to celebrate diverse creative works—poetry, fiction, essays, graphic art, and photography—by students of all majors.
This semester, we are thrilled to publish the submissions from Spring 2024, highlighting the voices and visions of our peers. While we regretfully paused new submissions this fall due to challenges in participation, this moment allows us to rebuild and rebrand.
As we look forward to Spring 2025, Art & Scope is embracing a journey of renewal, aiming to create an inspiring, inclusive space for artistic and literary expression. Thank you for your support as we shape our magazine’s bright future together!
Alaina Rullo
Creative Director & President
Image: Abigail Baird, Secretary Bird, 2024 page 5
Abigail Baird, Alaina Rullo, Alison Morales, Helena Williams, Kelly Flores, Marisa Codi, Parker Silvia, Ryan Guadagno, and Victoria Hallenbeck
Alexis Rockerfeller, Amy Kosina, Ava Erdmann, Brianna Hecht, Daniel Pritchard, Ella Reynolds, Hannah Garay, Helena Williams, Jeanine Gonzalez, Matt Morales, LuLu Burkowski, Merlin Bonilla, Michael Conte, Natalie Muka, Olivia MacGiffert, Sam Sparovich, and Victoria Hallenbeck
Alaina Rullo, Amy Kosina, and Daniel Pritchard
Christine Schmidt, Kento Igarashi, Lainey Liriano, Paige Splendido, Shamar Folkes, and Sarah Karinsky
Check the front, check the back, check inside, check the title
Am I still your idol or just an ideal?
Nothing huh?
Just happy endings right?
I ripped it all out
The truth, the ugly parts, the pain, the unloved
The parts where I didn’t want to be touched, the pages glued together but you still try to spread them apart
So I ripped it all out
I ripped out the tears, the scares, the sobs, my childhood that was robbed. Gone, shredded, unknown, not by me but by you
The parts I didn’t want you to read, the parts I didn’t want to feed Burnt, burned, buried
Read me all you want
Destroy my book and try to uncover my truth
But I promise you a happy ending is all you’re going to find cause a happy ending is all I designed
My Love; The Artist
Leah Fridman
My lover was a dancer, we waltzed into the night. We balancéd till the dawn broke through, and he gave the sun his light. He spun me to and fro then, he put me back together
As though we could never die, We’d pas de deux forever.
My lover was a painter she drew my smile aknew When she held me in her sculpting hands there was nothing I could do My tears fell onto her canvas, they painted it pale blue We kissed under the Starry Night “God drew me just for you.”
My lover played the violin He spoke with waves of sound He harnessed lighting, thunder, rain like no other man I’ve found. But quickly electricity turned his shocks to pain His piercing, striking, notes and chords set my brain aflame. My lover was an actor, and all the world her stage Turns out it was just - an act. Our love? A part she played. The curtain rose, light kissed her lips in a way I never could once the curtain fell again she was gone for good.
My husband was a poor man he didn’t have a dime to, his name, his face, his body, for him living was a crime. He couldn’t sing speak dance, or act, or play me like they had.
Somehow that makes me glad. He was exactly, as He was. Yet sometimes in the dark of night, under disguise of the moon I’d send my soul to heaven To promise them I’d be back soon. Oh my: dancer, painter, music man, my actressAll my love.
I’d rather burn in passion’s fire then fade in embers, dull.
Apple Seeds
Mackenzie Eggleston
apple seeds watered on your favorite spot under the kisses of the sunlight nestled in the nook of a white picket fence
a name tag just so you can always remember its place only to never grow
its just a seed its like every other one
it was cooed with as a baby rocked and nestled to sleep with kisses and promises of sweet tomorrows
a mothers eyes full of tears at the first grab a fathers smile bright from your first steps
its just a seed
so why are my fruits so hard to tend to why don’t you want to see what i can do?
but when i do grow and grow and grow when my roots stretch wider than a mile and wrap around your fence like my hands cupping your tender cheek like swirls in your sweet coffee and you see my fruit grow bright and ripe
why am i so difficult to enjoy
my hues of reds and blush deeper than the blood in your lips yet still i am not sweet enough not tart enough not ripe enough but i am from a seed like all the other apples you’ve savored before you’ve tasted before made pies full of memory and laughter made kind snacks to gift to friends and loved ones and still my fruits are just too barren to do anything but rot under your fence i will watch you sit under the peach tree with your favorite book and a glass of lemonade and still tell myself that it is just the spot i am planted in that you just cannot see me from the garden that you just forgot i am here as if that heals at all reds faded to browns just to melt into the earth you so designated just for me to grow
Country Music
Delielah Tinsley
Country Music-
Can’t y’all hear them folk Sang, through perilous fire And pouring rain.
Proudly notes are hailed Through the rampart Where fallen bodies trailed.
Though fair they fought Still, they bled red Like the rocket’s glare.
Skin like twilight over the sea, A new sunrise of being free.
But what rises shall set And that night Thousands of sobs wept.
While gallantly a striped Banner waves in the air
The first to welcome tears of despair. Wails gave proof through the Night, that the brave Did not win this fight.
Eulogy for My Father
Usman Muyeeb
Now all the things left unsaid
Are burning up in embers and ash.
Lifted like fireflies
On a pitch black summer night.
Again I wonder what it would’ve been like If only you were there
I told myself it was for the best
At least you weren’t there to fuck things up.
On my deathbed, you knocked on my door
On yours, I wonder if you heard me knocking back
Let go of the burning knob
Let go into the light.
Let go;
Everyone tells me after so long it shouldn’t hurt
No no no, I wouldn’t ever let you forget
What your ghost made me believe.
Even now, I’m bleeding
Even now, I’m waiting for this wound to heal
No matter how many calls you could’ve made
It would have always been too late.
And now, I see you in the mirror
And now, I see you when I look up in the night
All things left unsaid
Drifting away like fireflies
In a pitch black autumn sky.
The Mask
Lainey Liriano
I place this mask back on my face to cover the truth
Hiding the tears not only I caused but you caused too But even with my mask on, there’s my eyes
There’s the deep sorrow in my eyes
The deep blue sea of pain I’m drowning in
Not the beautiful crystal clear ocean you see above shore
But the darkness no one wants to explore
Are you scared to look deep into my eyes because of fear
Like I’m Medusa
That I’ll turn you into stone and you drown along with me In the ocean
Pitch black
No escape
The sea is shallow
You laugh at me for drowning in this shallow sea instead of helping me but don’t notice the legs that are broken
But now you’re in my predicament
You wanting me to save you cause now you’re stuck while I’m healing
You reach out for my hand begging me for help but when I did that you stood there and laughed
You laughed along with others while I cried.
The only difference is you caused the broken legs.
You knew about the sorrow
You knew about the drowning
You acted like you cared just for me to find out the truth, that you were actually never there.
You watched my pain
You watched my tears
You saw my cuts
You saw my fear
But when I really listened
Laughter is all I hear.
So l place this mask back on my face to cover the truth Hiding the tears not only I caused but you caused too
Not knowing when this mask will shatter
Or when I’ll open up again
Not knowing when I’ll trust again
Because I trusted you
Because you were supposed to be my best friend
Thank You
Iwant to thank the Art & Scope Club staffers Ryan Eno, Connor Mead, and Ava Roubanian for their hard work and dedication. Your passion and commitment shine through in all you do, and I’m grateful to work alongside such talented individuals. I appreciate you more than words can say.
Andy Deck, thank you for stepping in as Art & Scope’s faculty advisor during this pivotal rebuilding phase. Your guidance and dedication mean so much, helping us lay a strong foundation for the future. I’m truly grateful for your belief in our potential and support as we move forward with purpose.
Kathy Spitzhoff, thank you for your unwavering support and guidance as the outgoing faculty advisor for Art & Scope. Your belief in me and the potential you saw gave me the confidence to take on this endeavor, and for that, I am deeply grateful.
Your dedication to the club and its mission has been an inspiration, and your impact will continue to resonate as we move forward. I truly appreciate everything you’ve done to help us thrive, and I’m honored to build on the foundation you’ve helped shape.
A heartfelt thank you to everyone who contributed their work to Art & Scope. Your creativity and passion are the heart of our magazine, and without you, it simply wouldn’t exist. Each piece you’ve shared adds depth and meaning to what we create together, and we are truly grateful for your talent and dedication. Thank you for making Art & Scope a vibrant showcase of artistry and expression—it wouldn’t be the same without you.
None of this would have been possible without the support of the SUNY Oneonta Student Association. Thank you!
