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Feather Chronicles 2017 2017 Edition

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Feather Chronicles 2017 Edition 2017 marks the tenth year Feather Chronicles has been in publication. The magazine continues to grow and improve. Works of poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction stand alongside beautiful photography and digital art to create this sparkling collection of creative work from CMN students and others in the CMN community. Several years ago, Feather Chronicles began publishing academic works by CMN students. This issue, for the first time, includes a film review – Miranda Norton’s review of Another Earth: Better Luck Next Time, written for Eric Jurgens’ Introduction to College English course. We are also pleased to present short fiction by Dolly Potts and Ashley Peters, alongside poetry and digital art from Sabrina Hemken, and what has become a Feather Chronicles regular feature, art photography from Madona Wilber. As always, Feather Chronicles thanks our contributing authors and artists. The cover image, Field of Dreams, is by Madona Wilber. The 2017 edition of Feather Chronicles is published online through the digital publishing platform, Everything published in the magazine since the first issue is accessible in one online place, with formatting that features state-of-the-art appearance and paging. Thanks to CMN’s Webmaster, Sue Delrow, for developing this platform for the magazine and for her work formatting and uploading content.

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Feather Chronicles 2017

Table of Contents Two Step Girl by Dolly Potts ............................................................................................................................................ 5 Handshake by Sabrina Hemken ..................................................................................................................................... 8 Forest Path by Madona Wilber ....................................................................................................................................... 9 Howl by Sabrina Hemken .................................................................................................................................................. 9 Peter by Sabrina Hemken ............................................................................................................................................... 10 The Sunday Dinner by Ashley Peters .......................................................................................................................... 11 Sunrise by Madona Wilber ............................................................................................................................................. 12 Another Earth: Better Luck Next Time by Miranda Norton ................................................................................. 13 New Silver Moon by Sabrina Hemken ........................................................................................................................ 16 Heavenly Skies by Denise Huntington ....................................................................................................................... 17 Cyanide Tylenol by Sabrina Hemken .......................................................................................................................... 18 Troubled Sky by Madona Wilber .................................................................................................................................. 18

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Two Step Girl by Dolly Potts Cody jammed his feet into a pair of scuffed, well-worn boots. Outside his family were loaded in the minivan and waiting for the last passenger. Powwow weekend and Cody had been asked to work in his aunt’s frybread stand. Cody hated missing the singing and dancing, but he needed the extra money for school clothes in the fall. There weren’t a lot of summer jobs on the reservation. "Hurry up, Slow Poke, let’s powwow!" his ten-year-old sister yelled, sliding the van door shut as Cody hopped into the backseat. Cody’s parents sat in the front. A powwow CD played and filled the van with drum music. Cody and his father were singers on a drum - another reason working the frybread stand was a great sacrifice for the young Native man. Cody’s mother was a traditional dancer and would be entering the women’s traditional dance contest. That was how his parents met, fell in love, and married. Cody’s little sister danced fancy shawl; she too would be in the powwow competition. They rode along listening to the CD. Cody’s father sang the songs softly. When a certain song came on Cody and his father began to sing a two-step song. The two-step is a social dance where men and women dance together in sync with other couples. The rhythm was like a heartbeat and the words spoke of love. Cody’s mother looked over at his father with shining eyes and a soft smile. Cody’s mother and father had shared many two-step dances. Usually it was ladies’ choice and the females chose the males. The look Cody’s mom gave his dad must have brought up a memory of the dance. When they arrived at the powwow grounds they saw many participants arriving. Clouds of dust surrounded the grounds as vehicles went in and out of the gates. Cody’s father swung around to the back of the midway and arrived at his sister’s frybread stand. Cody hopped out making sure to give his little sister’s braid a tug before he exited. “Hey Nephew, I’m so glad you’re here. Looks like the arena is filling up and that means a lot of hungry Indians just waiting for the best frybread at the powwow,” Cody’s aunt said showing her huge smile that lightened up everyone’s day. She stood there in her flourcovered apron already frying the first of many frybread rings of the day. “Hi Auntie. The bread smells good, but I think we need to test it out first before we sell it. Your favorite nephew was so anxious to get here to help he didn’t have time for breakfast.” Cody winked at his aunt and returned her smile. “You’re such a scamp, but lucky you’re the first one here.” Cody’s aunt handed him a piece of golden brown bread still glistening and hot from the fryer. “Thanks Auntie; I’ll start putting together the stand so we’ll be ready for the grand entry rush.” 5 | Page

Feather Chronicles 2017 Cody had helped his aunt on other occasions with her stand, so he knew where everything belonged and quickly had the stand in order to begin selling. After a brief inspection from the tribal ladies in charge of the vendors, it was time to throw open the canvas flap of the stand to start waiting on customers. The sounds of the arena drifted up to the midway. The voice of the MC boomed over the loud speakers urging all the drum groups and dancers to get ready for grand entry. Now and then a drum group would sing a warm-up song, getting ready for competition. Dancers in their regalia walked the midway buying food and drinks before they headed down for grand entry. Cody worked steadily along with his cousins and uncle who had arrived to help with his aunt’s stand. His aunt’s bragging wasn’t hollow - her bread was delicious and there was a steady stream of customers purchasing Indian Tacos and other dishes from the stand. The time for grand entry drew closer and the MC’s voice became more urgent. The crowd began to dissipate and head for the dance arena. Cody had his head down making an Indian Taco when a soft, musical female voice asked, “May I have a piece of frybread and Diet Coke please?” Cody looked up to see the most beautiful jingle dress dancer he had ever seen. She wore the color blue with deep blue beadwork and ties in her ebony black hair. Most dancers loaded on the make-up for dancing but not her. Long dark eyelashes framed her dark shiny eyes. She had soft seashell pink lips not marred by any lipstick, framing the white teeth of her smile as she ordered. “Hey, I got this.” Cody hurriedly butted his way in front of his cousin to wait on the jingle dress dancer. “You’re not drumming today?” she asked Cody and broke out that great smile. Her smile and beauty had Cody in love immediately. In his mind, he thought she was the one who would fulfill his world. “Not today; I’m helping my auntie, but in a while I hope to watch grand entry. I’ll be helping my auntie all week-end but maybe I’ll see you again. The bread and Coke are on me.” Cody’s heart raced as he waited on the dancer. “Sure, maybe. Thanks.” Turning around quickly she disappeared into the crowd. Cody leaned back against the wooden counter with a big smile on his face. His breath slowed. “Creator, please let me see her again,” he said in his mind. The pressing sound of orders pulled him back into reality and he started waiting on the line of customers. Soon, it was quiet and the crowd on the midway disappeared. “Auntie, there’re no more customers. Is it okay that I clean up, restock supplies, and go down to the arena to watch grand entry?” Cody asked as he wiped down the counter. “Sure, Sweetie. Good job. I’ll probably take a break too. Looks like we’re doing well and made lots of sales.”

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Cody finished his chores and headed for the arena to watch the dancers file in. He wasn’t in his usual place at the drums lining the arena. Instead he stood in front of the crowd watching as the announcer called out the categories of dancers coming into the arena. Grand entry is a moving experience and Cody’s heart swelled with pride watching his people file into the arena. “Coming into the arena are the most beautiful ladies of the day. Ladies and gentlemen, the jingle dresses dancers.” The MC’s voice boomed and everyone’s attention was immediately directed to the line of dancers entering the arena. The jingle dress dancers came into the arena, a myriad of all the colors of the rainbow. The jingles on their dresses softly kept time with the singing and drumming. The beauty and grace of the dancers made them appear to be dancing on air. Each dancer was beautiful and carried herself with perfect posture. It was like a feast of beauty and all eligible Native men imagined dancing beside one of these beautiful women. Cody looked at the line of dancers and anxiously picked out the ones dressed in blue. He hadn’t asked her name. “Please, let her be here and not just a wonderful image in my mind,” he thought. That was when he spotted her. She smiled and gazed in his direction. Needing to confirm the look and smile were for him, Cody nodded in her direction. She bowed her head and covered her smile behind her fan. The different categories of dancers filed into the arena and the MC commented on each one. For Cody, all sights and sounds dimmed as his attention focused on the beautiful jingle dress dancer moving around the arena. The dancers finished the grand entry and cleared the arena. Cody anxiously scanned the crowd, but the color and movement of the dancers made him lose track of his dancer. He didn’t hear the invocation or the prayer, but looked into the crowd for her. He chided himself for not asking for her name – anything to help find her again. Then an announcement rang out. “Our next dance will be the two-step, ladies’ choice!” the MC’s voice blared over the loud speakers. The beautiful jingle dress dancer in blue appeared out of the crowd like a miraculous vision. She stood in front of Cody, a beautiful answer to his prayers. “May I have this dance?” she asked, and Cody rejoiced to hear. Together, they entered the circle with the drum’s rhythm like a heartbeat and the words of love to dance the twostep together.

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Handshake by Sabrina Hemken

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Forest Path by Madona Wilber

Howl by Sabrina Hemken I hear you calling across the waves And I hear you screaming for something or someone To help save you Your demons Your angels Yourself Although I’d love to pick you up with my arms and hands outstretched Know that I am here To pick you up with my voice As I howl into the void with you Sending you all my love In bruises In unmatched pieces On broken wings This is my heart This is where we meet in the middle

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Peter by Sabrina Hemken

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Feather Chronicles 2017 The Sunday Dinner by Ashley Peters It was a warm Sunday afternoon; the warmth of the sun had dried up the puddles from the night before. As we walked up the old and cracked sidewalk, Auntie Dorothy walked out to greet us. With her cigarette in one hand and lighter in the other, she was wearing her church clothes and her favorite apron over them. Her apron had a cat asking, "When's dinner?" it also was covered in food remains. I could tell she was working hard making Sunday dinner. She held open the door as we entered the ancient screen porch. As I walked in I thought this porch needs a remodel; the wraparound porch had not been fixed up since the late 60's. We said our greetings as we passed each other. Her response as always was, "Go say hi to your grandpa now!” When I grabbed the white heavy glass door handle, I could see there was baseball on the TV. Grandpa was sitting in his favorite recliner right in front of the old box TV. He had a smile ear-to-ear before I even entered the room; his Cubs must be winning. Grandpa was a short stocky man. He was all gray by the time he was 40 years old. He wore his favorite gray sweater with a white dress shirt underneath and gray trousers. His black shoes shone when you looked at them. That must have been something the military instilled into him. He had a nice clean shave to go with his new glasses. "Hello grandpa!" I said loudly. "Good afternoon, babe!" he said as I bent down to give him a hug. I turned and sat down on the only sofa in the living room. Grandpa's sofa was not comfortable. It was too close to the ground, the fabric was itchy, and it was an ugly blue/greenish color. But Grandpa would never get rid of it; it was something grandma bought, so it will stay in the house as long as he’s here. I sat for the next hour talking with Grandpa about the weather, school, politics, and baseball. Auntie Dorothy called from the kitchen, "Ashley, come help me now". As I walked through the dining room into the kitchen I could smell the sweet aroma of her red velvet cake. The table was full of dishes - stuffing, green-bean casserole, corn, biscuits, ham and RiceARoni, all ready to go to the dining room table. She had all four burners going on the ancient white Maytag stove. As she spun around to look at me she said, “Set the table, then bring them dishes out.” I did as I was told; I set the table for five people with grandpa at the head of the table. The dining-room table was a long, heavy oak table. The table could have sat an army. At least that’s what I thought when I was a kid. As I walked back into the kitchen my dad was getting ready to cut up the ham, as he did every Sunday. My brother grabbed some dishes and started to bring them to the table with me. He placed the RiceARoni dish right next to his plate. One thing that is for certain - every Sunday my brother and I will fight over RiceARoni. Auntie Dorothy would laugh and say “That’s all I need to make for them two is that dish.” I turned and looked at my brother; he was five inches shorter than me and about twenty pounds lighter. I thought I could take him. Just as I was about to go in, Dad walked in carrying the ham he had just carved. “Is it time?” grandpa yelled from the front room. “Time to eat.” we all said in unison. As we sat down we grabbed each other’s hands. I sat next to Auntie Dorothy. Her hands were soft and warm. Dad sat across from me. His hands were rough, scaled, and cold. His hands felt like a working man’s, as they should. He has worked since he was thirteen years old helping Grandpa with his store until it burned down in the mid 70’s. After that he worked in the woods. I don’t think I ever felt Dad’s hands warm. “Too many winters!” was his response. As grandpa began to say the prayer we all bowed our heads. Grandpa’s voice was quiet, but when he talked you could tell he was always smiling. As the dishes were passed around, conversations went from how was school to do you think the Packers will go to the Super Bowl. The

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Feather Chronicles 2017 RiceARoni had not moved from next to Russell. I waited until Dad was done with his conversation with Grandpa when I asked, “Russell, can you pass the RiceARoni, please?” There are two rules in this house - don’t interrupt adults and use your manners. Russell turned his little bitty brown eyes to look at me. “No, I think I’ll eat it all.” Everyone turned to look at both of us. We were born eleven months apart; my mom called us her Irish Twins. We fought like we were Irish too. I contemplated what my next move should be. In the end I did what any little girl would do, I said “Daddy!” Just that fast I had the hot bowl in my hands. As I scoped a giant scoop of rice out onto my dish, I could see Russell’s hands go into a ball. He moved his lips with no sound coming out to say “Later it’s on!” His round, shaved head was turning red -that’s how I knew I was in for it. It’s worth it I thought as I ate my hot, smooth, chicken flavored RiceARoni. As I continued to eat I noticed Auntie’s ham had a different taste this time. It had a sweet and fruity taste. As I took another bite to examine more, the warm pieces of pork hit my taste buds with tangy force. I was about to ask but Dad beat me to it. “Dorothy, what did you do differently to your ham? It tastes like Mom’s.” Auntie Dorothy began to explain that she was cleaning out one of the bedrooms upstairs when she found an old, worn out cookbook. As she cleaned the dirt and dust off the book a recipe card fall out with this recipe on it. Everyone sat in silence for a moment until I said, “Cool, it’s like Grandma’s here.” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. I feared if anyone else talked the flood works might start. As Auntie and I cleaned up the plates and put away the enormous amount of leftovers, the guys went into the other room to watch baseball. An hour passed and the dishes were done. Auntie put our two exploding plastic bags of left-overs on the counter. As I grabbed them, the guys walked in. “Well, ready to go? That game was rigged and I lost 20 bucks,” Dad said, all red in the face. Auntie Dorothy exclaimed, “All done!” I grabbed the two bags and we all headed to the door. We said our goodbyes. I gave Grandpa a big bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him for a little longer than usual, not knowing if this would be the last time I would. As we walked back to the rusty, dented 95 Ford F150, I wished everyone could have a Sunday dinner like us.

Sunrise by Madona Wilber

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Another Earth: Better Luck Next Time by Miranda Norton As we go through our lives we often make choices we regret. Most of our decisions are, perhaps, only drastically consequential to us with nominal outside impact. We stream a constant dialogue in our head, questioning our every move and word, wondering if the grass is greener on the other side. Another Earth explores the feelings of guilt and redemption, and the choices made when the option to escape our guilt is presented to us. The story of a young woman set on a path in life is violently thrust off this path by her choices, and is forever changed, and she must answer the question for herself. Which is better? To forgive? Or to forget? By showing the internal world of our character through the external uses of dialogue, color, imagery, and clever cinematography, director Mike Cahill and actress/screenwriter Brit Marling bring to life our own struggles with grief in this low budget, low fuss, science fiction film. Another Earth follows the story of Rhoda Williams (Brit Marling), who at 17 is accepted into MIT for astrophysics. On the night of her acceptance, while driving home drunk from a party of celebration, the DJ on the radio announces that there has been a new discovery of another Earth. As young Rhoda peers out of the car to look at the blue dot in the sky that is the other Earth, she swerves into the lane of oncoming traffic and hits a stopped car occupied by a man, his pregnant wife, and their young son. The crash kills the woman and child, and the man, John Burroughs (William Mapother), is left in a coma. Rhoda serves four years in prison and never goes to college. Instead, once released from prison she finds work as a janitor at her old high school, and upon a chance encounter at the site of the crash with John Burroughs she seeks him out to apologize. Though instead of apologizing, she loses her nerve and begins to clean his house instead, and eventually starts wooing and sleeping with him. Throughout this story is the presence of the other Earth, and the chance for Rhoda to escape the troubles she has created for herself on this world and to find a second chance at the life she lost on what they call “Earth 2”. Rhoda and John are the main two characters seen throughout the story, with the majority of the dialogue. However, the supporting characters add a lot of meaning and depth to the story that, if left out, would leave the movie lacking. Purdeep (Kumar Pallana), an endearing coworker at Rhoda’s janitorial job, is one of these important side characters, if not the most important one. We only really see Purdeep in brief scenes until nearing a critical moment in the movie for Rhoda, when he blinds and deafens himself with bleach. Rhoda visits him in the hospital, upon her arrival she touches him to alert him of her presence, and he immediately knows who she is with nothing more than this brief physical contact. Purdeep explains why he would do something so drastic and damaging to himself: Purdeep: You want to know why. (Silence from Rhoda) Purdeep: No, no…no…you know why. Rhoda has curled up with him on his hospital bed at this point, and writes on his hand with her finger her answer. She spells out the letters F-O-R-G and a vertical line, and then the shot widens so the final letters are hidden. This leaves it for the viewer to interpret, and two words seem to come up more than any other possibilities. It is the constant question presented in this movie, which is better? To forgive, or to forget? In the very beginning of the movie Rhoda’s passion for space is introduced. It opens on a shot of Jupiter, with Rhoda narrating, “I saw this image when I was a kid….beautiful, but nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive, breathing…I was hypnotized”. Jupiter represents expanding growth and plenty, and is also associated with the search for knowledge. Also characterized by its Big Red Spot, it establishes the trend of red being used to show life and potential

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Feather Chronicles 2017 in this movie. After this shot the catalyst event of the story, the party and young Rhoda driving drunk, occurs. Rhoda is shown in a red dress, continuing the theme of red being the color of life, how her life held so much promise in the moments leading up to the crash. Red is also tied to John Burroughs wife, Maya (Meggan Lennon). Later in the movie when Rhoda is cleaning John’s house, she goes through and washes old sweaters, upon lifting up to fold a red sweater John becomes very irate when she tells him she washed it, getting rid of any scent trace of his former wife that was left. The red representing John’s wife brings back the tie of red representing the loss of Rhoda’s innocence, and literally the blood she spilt. The color red can also be tied to her possible forgiveness of herself. As red comes up she if forced to face her guilt head on instead of pretending, or forgetting, it never happened. This continues until the end of the movie when other colors come into play to represent this theme of forgetting and forgiving. Blue is another color of significance in this movie. Cahill often employs filters in the shot to shade the light in a blue hue. As if making the scene cold and barren, the hue reflects Rhoda’s internal emotions. Cahill often makes the internal external through this effect with color. During the brief shots in the prison it is shown in blue tones, and once Rhoda leaves prison she dons the deep blue jumpsuit of a janitor. Like a self-imposed prison uniform, she is shown walking to work across long barren strips of beach, completely devoid of life and warmth and shown in cold hues. Later, as Rhoda goes to scope out John’s house, the night scene is also depicted in blue, representing her guilt and apprehension as she decides on whether to try and apologize. Upon seeing it is his house and leaving, the blue seems to completely engulf her as she walks out into the snow. Shedding clothing and laying down in the snow naked, she tries to let the cold and blue overtake her from hypothermia. Blue comes back into the movie several times as Rhoda fights with her guilt and her lies to John. After Rhoda wins the essay contest giving her the opportunity to go to Earth 2, she goes to John’s to tell him and they celebrate. He begs her not to go though, and this forces Rhoda to expose her secret that she killed his family. John is extremely distraught and Rhoda leaves. Upon hearing about a possible theory that the timelines of the two Earths split when their presence was made known to each other, Rhoda returns to John’s to tell him of the theory. In these scenes when Rhoda is travelling to and from John’s house the atmosphere is a heavy blue. This blue represents the heavy guilt Rhoda feels having to divulge her secret to John, and having hurt him so badly. It also represents her trying to forget her past deeds, such as the blue of the ocean that she stands in front of when she has learned of her winning of the ticket to the other Earth, or the blue that surrounds her as she lies to John. After leaving the ticket, the lighting changes to bright daylight, for Rhoda has found forgiveness in herself, and the heavy blue representing her guilt lifts. This use of color in the film continuously emphasizes Rhoda’s emotional state in those moments, as other images are used to emphasize Rhoda’s situation even more. Cahill also employs the internal being external via the other Earth. It must be noted that Another Earth does not really respect the laws of astrophysics, however, the lack of actual science aside, it is a larger than life representation of the guilt Rhoda must face, growing larger and larger in the sky as the film progresses. The other Earth being one of the reasons she crashed into John’s car that night four years ago, now it looms in the sky, drawing nearer as she grows closer to John, and exposes her guilt to him. The option to go to this other Earth by winning the ticket from her essay represents the option to forget her guilt and escape to the unknown of the life she had always wanted. Her feelings of unsureness, emptiness, and the expanse of her guilt are given life by the shots near the ocean. Rhoda is shown a few times walking by the beach across wide barren swaths of sand and water. The barrenness of the beach at the beginning of the movie depicts the hollowness she feels inside because of her past. When she wins the ticket she walks up to the ocean’s edge on a swath of rocks with the other Earth large and in the center of the sky. Literally standing on the edge 14 | P a g e

Feather Chronicles 2017 of possibility of a new life, like her metaphor for the pilgrims in her essay, and in front of the guilt she is trying to forget. By giving her ticket to Earth 2 to John she, instead, chooses to give up this path to forget and instead forgives herself for her past wrongs. This is her first truly selfless act that we see in the movie, and it is this selflessness that frees her from herself. It also gives her the chance to discover herself again in the end of the movie. The end of the movie is purposefully ambiguous. Brit Marling and Mark Cahill wanted the ending to be left up for individual interpretation. Four months later after Rhoda has given her ticket to John and he has trained to go to the other Earth, Rhoda is walking home from her janitorial job. It is winter again and the air is heavy with fog, the color scheme is again a deep blue. Despite the heavy blue, though, Rhoda has a smile on her face as she walks. The shot narrows to her dragging her fingers along the side of her house as she walks, until she freezes with a look of shock on her face. She turns around and her face goes through an array of emotions such a confusion, shock, and then realization. Then she turns around and what she saw is in view, it is herself in a black coat, leggings, and tan boots. Her other self steps towards her, and then the movie ends. Some interpretations of this scene are that John contacted the Rhoda on Earth 2 and somehow sent her to see the other Rhoda to show her that the theory was right. The theory being Rhoda from Earth 2 would have gone to MIT and probably had qualified to go to the other Earth based on her academic qualifications. Others say that it was a dream, and that we are seeing Rhoda’s dream the entire time and none of it was real (Giroux). However, the film has always tried to follow a simple logic. Instead thinking back to the scene when Rhoda was in the car with John, and he asked her what she would say to her other self if they were to meet, she replied “better luck next time”. The ending brings this full circle. We often idealize how our lives will be by a certain age. Then we get older and life throws us curve balls we weren’t expecting, and that path we had laid out for ourselves is no longer possible. Instead, what if we got to see our other self? The one that hadn’t gotten the curve balls and made it down the path we had envisioned. Would we really see their life as being better? Or would they tell us how in the end the grass is the same color no matter what side of the fence you’re on? In life it is common to question the choices that are made by our past self. What would life have been like had things been different? It is a constant dilemma that must be faced when we confront our guilt, which is better, to forgive or to forget? Brit Marling and Mike Cahill made Another Earth not only to entertain, but to make the viewer question their own choices in life. Will happiness ever be in our lives? Or will we constantly be wondering what would happen if we could trade places with another version of ourselves. Perhaps happiness and forgiveness can only be found once we stop looking for this other self.

Works Cited Another Earth. Directed by Mike Cahill, performances by Brit Marling and William Mapother, Fox Searchlight Pictures, 2011. Giroux, Jack. “Interview: Director Mike Cahill Discusses His Sci-Fi Drama 'Another Earth'.” Film School Rejects, Film School Rejects, 28 July 2011,

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Feather Chronicles 2017 New Silver Moon by Sabrina Hemken

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Heavenly Skies by Denise Huntington

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Cyanide Tylenol by Sabrina Hemken Shaded contour Can’t look away Like ways to harness or comprehend The mystery of all that lies within Cutting soul surgery With much chagrin Switchblade apple slice Ensuring sweet nectar poison isn’t lost Or stolen Or mistaken Or ever taken for granted A cure for your headache that never leaves you dry A simple scrap of mercy Insecticide

Troubled Sky by Madona Wilber

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Feather Chronicles 2017 Edition  

2017 marks the tenth year Feather Chronicles has been in publication. The magazine continues to grow and improve. Works of poetry, fiction,...

Feather Chronicles 2017 Edition  

2017 marks the tenth year Feather Chronicles has been in publication. The magazine continues to grow and improve. Works of poetry, fiction,...