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i^cAcr 2007 ebit:QRS Kayla McAuliffe Beth-Anne Vanderlaan Jason Vanderlaan

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We

would

like to

Ms. Helen Pyke

Legacy

this

thank the following:

for the opportunity to be the editors

of the

year and for supporting (and feeding) the aspiring

writers at Southern.

Judy Clippinger for passing on her wisdom, knowledge, and

Quark

files to us.

Matthew Lucio

Our judges

for helping with the advertising.

for their time

and

effort in reading

and selecting our

contest winners.

And

all

those

who

contributed their works. Without you there

would be no Legacy.

Lastly,

we would

like to

thank each other.

our joint effort as a team that

we were

individually end up in the insane asylum).

Sincerely,

Your 2007 Legacy Editors

It

was only through

able to do this (and not

niij Genesis -Franklin RadclifK In

my

And

beginning there was darkness and night

then like a divine

The brightness of this

word

there entered a light

light did

change

my

life

No longer is it pain, toil, and strife And though the light has passed and is gone A gentle warm glow remains and lingers on This glow

So

that

I

this

the

hope of a

light lived out right

may grow to become something bright may be good when I enter your sight

With time

It is

is it

hope

that

makes

my

being a

little

more

bright

photo by Marlin Thorman

Whq

Sinq

I

-Biittanq Blankenship*"Ubi

("Where there Thick silence reigns

like

heavy

is

amor"

cciritas et

genuine affection and love")

air

Before a western rain cloud pours.

It

holds us captive, muscles taut.

Just waiting for the cloud to burst

And

silence

blossom

into sound.

Our hearts and mouths and minds together - As flowing fountains gather - sing,

And

tender rain begins to

fall.

"Deus

("God

A

shimmering cloud

Between It's

the voices

is

there")

shaped and formed

and the hands;

stretched and formed, created new,

As once the stars and heavens And even in a thunderstonn.

The Lord is always present So let the raindrops gather,

He

ibi est"

is

glories with us

were.

there. fall

-

in the storm.

"Congregavit nos

in iiniim Christi

amor"

("Let us gather together in the unity oj Christ's love

A

cloud of sound

now

rolls

and tumbles

Throughout the church and universe.

Not our voices,

only, sing

But angels join

us. singing too.

"Exsultemus

et in

ipso

("Rejoice exceedingly

A higher note Is

added

jucundemur" one accord")

in

- another praise -

to the ringing bells

Like sparkling snow atop a mount That, reaching, tries to capture God:

Forever upward, onward, more,

")

Until

we

see His holy face.

Rejoice, rejoice on high, rejoice

Together

all in

one accord.

"Timeamus

et

ame

ivus Deiini vivum

"

("Let us worship the living God")

The cloud climbs higher, deeper still, Between our mouths and minds and hands.

As shards of light now pierce our hearts

And we ascend

worship

to

God "Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero

("With a heart

full

"

of sincerity")

The shimmering cloud now rolls away.

It fonned my heart and gave a glimpse

Of One who shaped

the stars and stretched

The heavens across the universe.

So even in my thunderstorms, I

see His face reflected there.

With every shiny, dewy drop His love and glory showers us.

"Deus

("God Though some may I

call

it

is

ihi

est"

there")

frivolous,

can never say the same;

For song

is

like a glorious

With eternal

cloud

creativity.

Our hearts and minds and mouths can To sing our praise to King of kings.

When voices gather, singing Him, His Spirit rains and

*

He

is

join

there.

"Uhi Caritas

"

is

a choral piece

in

Latin hy Maurice Durufle

Sniokeij

niountam

Tiail

-Illeqan EbnendoiK

As

follow the footsteps of those

I

A mournful While

And

echo creeps

in

now

gone,

upon me,

dawn

a cool mist drifts across the purple

the perceptive music of nature

makes

a soft plea.

Rushing water over bulky black boulders Is

thunder crashing through the mountains.

The world

twirling on Atlas' shoulders.

Spins whirling rivers and fountains.

Dancing shadows across

And

of moss,

the cries of grinding pebbles underfoot,

Are

secrets of old that are not lost;

With I

a velvet carpet

~

a history that

my body

find

is

black as soot.~

in the rolling

Thick roots are

my

blue ridges:

backbone

Arteries—rivers running under bridges

Nature

is

my

beating heart encased in a green throne.

Mysterious pathways branch away;

Entwining roots gather 'round

With jagged

And

cliffs

trees;

towering grey;

whispers of old sing

in the breeze.

photo by Brian Gonzalez

niusic -Saiah Coides-

More beautiful than sunset And deeper than the deepest It

sea

reaches to the depths of

The human It's

heart in me.

the universal language

Of heaven,

earth and seas.

Without

it

man would

Without

it

life

perish;

would cease.

Music soothes away the hurt

Found deep within It

And makes It

the soul.

heals the deadly pain the person whole.

reaches ever deeper,

Beyond where thoughts It

are found.

cannot just be heard.

No, feelings must abound.

For of all the heart can

Music

is

Through

feel.

the best. the endless pain of earth

That never gives us

rest

Music leads us on to The goal to win the prize

Where pain is no more.

Nor tears in our eyes.

Forever with the Lord,

No

death forevennore,

We'll praise

Him

As nothing heard

with our music. before.

photo by Matthew White

Beaufij -Kiistin

Thomas-

The beauty of this world With You could ne'er contend; To reach Your majesty, Our world cannot pretend.

But You, dear Lord and King, In

humans

left

a trace

Of beauty quite DivineYour image gain'd through grace.

photo by Beth-Anne Vanderlaan

photos by Marlin Thorman

7

Two Roads

DivGiged in a Wood...

-Exiwaid Gcoiqeson-

"...And

I

—took

one

the

less traveled by,

and

that has

famous poem by Robert

difference."

Thus ends

However,

also accurately describes an experience

it

term break. Because

was stranded here This resulted

at

I

a rather

1

the

all

Frost.

had

mid-

last

from the foreign land of California,

hail

I

Southern.

my becoming

in

made

ridiculously bored on Sabbath

And what do fine, upstanding men such as myself do when bored on a Sabbath afternoon when there are only five other people on campus? Why, wander aimlessly in the woods, of afternoon.

course.

an intrinsically masculine activity to explore the outer

It is

regions of civilization, and ly masculine. Besides,

By

I

1

do so enjoy things

that are intrinsical-

couldn't find anything

"outer regions of civilization"

mean

1

I

could

set fire to.

the Biology Trail.

Stop laughing-my car was inoperable, so the outer regions needed to

be within walking distance. So yes,

when

the Biology Trail,

I

saw

I

was wandering along on

a path that

went

straight

up the

mountain. I'd never been to the top of the mountain, so up 1

arrived at the top of the mountain, and stopped to

ponder serious matters, such as school, with myself,

I

girls,

sit

I

went.

and

and food. Content

decided to head back to campus. There was a minor

problem, however.

I

couldn't find the path I'd used to reach the

I

thought to myself "Real

mountaintop.

"No problem." paths." So,

I

forced

my way

men

through the brush towards the general

area where the path had been. Shortly thereafter, path.

However,

it

was

where.

had

figured

it

went jogging down

Two

I

arrived at a

quickly became apparent that this was not the

original path. This I

don't need

a different path, to lead to the

which went who knows

main path eventually, so

I

it.

down

Or should I say lethargically limping down it. Yet, the path back to campus still was not revealing itself Finally, I came to a fork m the trail. It occurred to mc that I would be lost in the dark shortly, meaning hours

later,

I

was

still

jogging

8

it.

the path

I

chose would be

vital to

my

survival and flawless night

check record.

So,

I

fell to

my

knees and asked

God

to

show me

the right

initially intended to go one way, because it looked where I wanted to go, but felt impressed to go the other So I went down the other path, and promptly arrived on

had

path.

I

more

like

instead.

campus.

The whole experience reminded me us

make our

decisions.

We just

have

that

to ask.

God

How

is

there to help

can

God

help

you today?

"Trust in the Lord with

own

understanding. In

shall direct

all

all

your heart, and lean not on your

your ways acknowledge Him, and he

your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6

NKJV

photo by Matthew White

Question -Saia Schaetzka-

The diary The pen The infatuation

A fairytale That

Iciss

That feeling That ridiculous

Reality:

It

strikes

It

lurks

It

creates

This masterpiece

A poem A A

song truth

Loneliness

You absence Your smile Your presence It all

One does

haunts me.

question: it

haunt you?

10

Kiss the Illoon -Britfanq Blankenship-

Oh when Or

hear the pine boughs sigh

I

see the clouds that dance and play

O're fields that glisten with the

light

That, laughing, dares to capture day, I

dream

Like the

a

dream

moon

While winking This dream

And

binds

1

that captures

that holds the

on with

stars look

sought

my

now

heart to

me

sun

holds

its

glee.

me

fast

sad end,

For no sweet dream will

last for

While clinging hope the

truth will bend.

long

Abandoning - 'twill still possess It mocks me with its lonely wind, What once was magical caress.

But now

I

see the

glimmer

The golden breath and

faint;

faithful

dawn

Of One that comes to rescue me And carry me to love beyond To dance and dabble in the light, So that I too may kiss the moon

And

bid "Farewell, forever, night!"

photo by Marl in Thorman 11

Small'town Cfiina -Vanessa Pham-

A I

foreigner,

pass a boy in the bustling street

pleading,

reaching out for help,

holding another

whose face is body is limp like a soiled

My

in his lap

battered,

bag of bones.

wide, dry eyes

are glued to his tears as the cart driver pedals

on

the boy's wails fade into the busyness;

his

form melts

into the

crowds

scurrying about the marketplace,

bargaining their day's wages

on slabs of goat meat and plump mangos,

one more meal for

their children.

photo by Emily Appel

12

Shadows -Emilij Appel-

we

play with them

As

children

We We

chase them, hide

we

capture them.

try to

them and from them,

in

But they always remain.

Shadows arc only apparent in the light They cannot be found in the dark.

But they are not

They

light

are darkness betraying their source.

As we grow, shadows take on new meanings They no longer hold our fascination They become something to fear or to dread

We

hide in the dark so as not to see them.

Yet those shadows arc everywhere,

With new dimensions come new mles

Shadows no longer only live in the light They can be found anywhere you look.

I

found a

new shadow today

A shadow

that

I

could not escape

The shadow I saw broke my It was the shadow of a man.

heart

This shadow had his face It

had

But

it

his

arms and legs and

feet

was nothing more than

Of the man

a

shadow

he used to be.

Light did not create this

shadow

Disease and illness had that honor

They had no respect for his goodness They ignored the pain wrought by their deed.

How Why

can a

must

man become it

shadow?

a

be so?

Ah, the innocence of youth

A time when Instead

To

a

I

shadows were simple.

must now say goodbye

man who

has

become

a shadow.

13

Requiem -Illeqan EbnendoiK I.

Hush now, beloved, do not weep for me; merely slumber

I

Hush now, do not mourn

in silence.

love, for

me;

these orbs will open in time.

Hush now, do not

we

will

dearest,

wilt for

Live each day as

if

it

Always carry on Take joy

me;

dance together soon.

were a

in the little pleasures

Give love

to all

Hush now,

lifetime;

after sorrow;

who

of creation;

lack

it.

friend,

do not lay blame on God;

my

life will

be restored.

II.

Close your eyes now, picture me, I

smile with joy and laughter.

Open your I

am

eyes, look at me,

cold from death's embrace.

Life does not end with me, do not live as such.

Keep your eyes

closed, for only a

moment,

and the pain will ease.

Open your and the

eyes, with strength from the Lord,

reality

Never give up laugh and dance Grieve

if

May you

I

for joy in the face of sorrow.

rest in

live with

in.

always keep on;

you must, but only

for

and smiles

of existence will close to failure,

for a

moment,

peaceful sleep.

joyous laughter, for

will cover our tranquil faces

14

all eternity,

when we meet

again.

Adventures in Cooking -Judij Clippinqer-

What

Now

kitchen because

in the

our mothers

makes us enjoy

that

is it

experiment

who were

trying it's

new

we can

play with our food

Children often scare their

parents, sometimes

Now

that

I

we

all

New

Year's

sitting

to see

how

Day of 2006,

I

live

things are going. told

want.

good reason but more than 10 hours away from my for

me

parents and just dropping by isn't an option, they call

Sunday evening

like to

constantly telling us not to play with our food.

that we're adults,

often unintentionally.

Maybe we

things?

the last stage of rebellion against

them how

I

When

had rung

on the couch, watching TV, finishing off the

almost every

me on

they called in the

last

new

year:

of the sparkling

grape juice, and reading a tofu cookbook. Not exactly standard fare for a

meat-and-potatoes household, and

have

sounded strange

of

to the lure

even poor

new

little

it,

I

I

the fiaky crust, just not the calories

ly

it.

Since

I

if

they could get

everyone had

that

to figure out if

the

and cholesterol

creamy

I

I

to

could

filling

that usually

had already made pumpkin pie with tofu,

and

come

thought sure-

sugar cream pie couldn't be that hard.

However, between classes and club time to play around with the idea. it

I

culinary experiences or to the influence of

misguided Catholic ones who,

would change the dress code to say wear orange on Fridays. So anyway, was trying make sugar cream pie without the milk. wanted

away with

with

And

to them.

admit that I'm not vegan, or even vegetarian. But I'm not

to

immune friends,

it

languished

of mine,

in

who

my

I'll

I

activities,

fiash drive for nearly a

call

I

didn't have

went online and found

much

a recipe, but

month. Then a certain friend

Hamlet, mentioned that he wanted

to

go

to

He'd been putting it off for one reason or another for some time and wanted to make sure that he finally got there.

I agreed to pick him up at a quarter to six on Wednesday, and as we parted ways, was inspired to do something nice. This happens quite often, actually, but going out of my way to do something nice must often yield to more practical considerations, like the need to go to work, do Writer's Club.

I

assignments, and write essays. But Hamlet was planning to graduate the spring, it

and

to a Writer's

perfect time to

The

might have been the only time

that he actually

Club meeting. And since he's vegan,

make

it

seemed

in

made

like the

the pie.

I had to get over was the fact that I didn't have Having experimented with tofu cookery a little in the past, I

first

a blender.

this

hurdle that

15

knew

hand mixer wouldn't do the job. So before buying the ingre-

that a

dients,

went

I

to the small appliances section to get a blender.

I

quickly

eliminated the one with the plastic jar because wildly swirling metal

how many speeds did And how much horsepower? 350? 400? How many

blades and plastic jars just don't go together. But

need? 6? 10? 12? horses did

take to

it

mash

tofu,

anyway?

Taking the Hamilton Beach BlendMaster with

horsepower motor, and 44

some

aisle to get

on the

oz. square glass

its

12 speeds,

went over

I

who

to the

400 baking

posted the recipe

Internet, said that she preferred rice flour to cornstarch in the

recipe, so

I

thought I'd give

doesn't carry rice flour, so

my

jar,

Rebecca, the person

rice flour.

I

a

it

try.

had

I

to

However, Wal-Mart apparently add a stop

at

the Village

Market

to

itinerary.

Day was coming

Valentine's

up, so

decided to dress up the pie

I

with some of those candy hearts that people sometimes put on cakes.

But as

was reading

I

the

of ingredients

list

tained

— horror of horrors— egg white

shelf,

I

settled for

some of the

added

to

my

them back on

the

on the

label,

and vegan, with no animal

in the ingredients.

With only one item the produce

discovered that they con-

sprinkle hearts which are apparently

U

kosher, based on the circled

products listed

I

solids. Putting

left to

VM

list

as

Wal-Mart were leaking

I

pick up,

of the

aisle in the front

headed for the

I

store. This,

tofu, located in

however, was quickly

found the only two packages of silken tofu

all

over the

shelf.

Note

to

at

Wal-Mart: things con-

taining liquids and stored in plastic trays should be displayed horizontal-

And don't use a razor to open the cartons.

The rest of my trip was uneventful, and for the most part making the pie was uneventful also. I had to raise an eyebrow, however, when ly,

not vertically.

Rebecca's instructions said

seemed

to

to

spoon the

be a better word. And,

I'd probably get

two

I

thought, if

crusts, as the filling

one crust could handle. After sliding the ing into the fridge,

I

sat

down

to wait

the door every five minutes to check

change the

into

little

filling into the crust.

something orange, as

candy hearts on the

pie,

I

made

this recipe again,

was considerably more than pie and the bowl of leftover fill-

and

on

I

Pour

open would

tried to resist the urge to

my

creation. Later,

had told Hamlet

and pick up

I

I

would, sprinkle

that certain friend in front

of the donn. That night, we'd share soup and pizza and food for thought,

and

I'd

make

a desperate plea for submissions for the

16

2006 Legacy. ("To

write or not to write, that

passed the time

I

about these pretty

had

in

World

had

I

to leave at

my

kitchen table, writing

mundane events and thinking about

things in

life,

because

Update: The pie did not

up

set

the discussion

and

how we need

to

that's

what most of

life is.

Lit class that afternoon,

mundane

the

the question...")

is

until

in the fridge,

so

I

put

we

be happy with

it

in the freez-

And Hamlet was not waiting for me in front of the donn; had to down in the cafeteria. The pie came out with a grainy texture, and didn't make it again. later compared the tofu-pumpkin pie recipe er.

I

hunt him

I

I

with a regular recipe, and extrapolated from a regular sugar cream pie recipe to create a tofu version that isn't bad. This isn't a refrigerated pie

but a baked one, which

and

is

what

VEGAN SUGAR CREAM 1(16 1

I

wanted

to

begin with. Oh, well, live

learn.

PIE

oz.) pkg. firm tofu

tbsp. vanilla

water ? c. rice flour

1?

c.

sugar

unbaked pie

shell

Preheat oven to 450?.

Drain tofu and cut into pieces. Place until

in

blender with vanilla and blend

smooth, adding small amounts of water as necessary.

blend.

Add

unbaked pie

Pour

into

325?

for 35

Add

flour

sugar and blend until smooth.

shell.

Bake

at

450?

minutes more.

17

for 10 minutes

and then

at

and

Reveience -Vanessa Pham-

The

cat

meowed

for

more

after ingesting

crumbs of cheese.

the last

Instead of yielding to her pleas, I

yielded to

my God

about bigger problems, praying aloud to hear myself

over the cat's high-pitched demands.

After

some minutes,

silence.

I

raised

my

head

to see the cat still,

sitting

on her haunches,

mouth and eyes closed, head bowed like a humbled Sphinx, as though

my

prayer

petitioned her to pause for

something greater

than cheese.

18

Waves -Brittanij Blankenship-

I

envy your sunshine smile and surfer

You

are breezy

A tangy mango

My I

wave. cloud of curls.

torrid swirling stonn.

my

marching soldier grades.

wish they'd dance and play

A

like yours,

spicy, reckless tango

But I

my

from bed and crash throughout the day,

You're jelous of I

curls.

rolling -

smile cracks between

roll

A

freedom

I'll

keep crashing, marching, tmdging, though

wonder when

I'll

trade

my

A's

For tangy mango waves.

photo by Matthew White

19

When

Ho Waij

There's

-iTlelissa Faii^ei-

After the pain.

After the tears,

A quiet

voice that calms

all fears.

After the tempest.

After the flood,

The form of the one who shed

his blood.

After the doubt.

After the search,

Pure white

is

the

snow of one's

rebirth.

When there's no way.

When you can't deal.

His everlasting love

When When

there's

no

there's

no rope,

A rainbow When

is

there,

its real.

light,

painted across the sky

fills

you with hope.

angst and depression urge you to roam,

Rest assured, you'll never be alone.

photo by Emily Appcl

20

Wg

Like

rievGi

Loved Befoie

-Dai la Jenkins-

You never Is

it

told me....

so hard to say?

A secret

buried in a dank alleyway

What are you afraid of?

What can I do to you?

Nothing, absolutely nothing

Can make up

A slow, I

have

And

for this hurt

internal,

left

spit

aching

is all

of my chewed up

out excuse for a heart

Were those moments really spent together?

Were thoughts exchanged too cheap to cherish?

Apparently

>

*

so...

photo by Matthew White

23

Unfifled -Joel I

Huqheslove to act. Turns out / was born for

would

Broadway

as

my

auntie

you. I'm only 21, and I've already been in three off-

tell

Broadway shows. I'm hoping of us young girls around here from Broadway. But

They would The Devil

I

.

.

that

.

we

is,

maybe just

or

kill us,

.

.

.

well,

say, or

Broadway

good as

as

it

it

I

and wights" as

in its "fights, mites,

Hollywood when

just like

is

you understand.

girls

know

better.

comes

to the

men

Hollywood's talked about around here. Us

Broadway's

our producers.

tell

about the "lights, camera, action."

is all

wouldn't get caught up

don't dare

yell at us a bit louder than usual.

Hollywood, they'd

is in

Hollywood is Hollywood to me

gets, or

Hollywood eventually. Most Hollywood as a promotion

to get into

think of

wearin'

money off us girls. We know better.

Aggeme is coming to see me next week. She's always premier of my new shows, at least since I've been on

the pants and makin'

My come

auntie

to the

Broadway.

money

so that

from Tennessee

a long drive

It's

from, Tennessee.

I

someday

told her that

I

Kennedy,

better

(I

My

it

says

.

.

.

makin' enough

American

boyfriend, Cassander, works

He

likes

it,

my

guess.

I

I

it).

at the

He

Kennedy

boyfriend, of course

producer's been tryin' to get 're

why New

stupid, he says.

I

(Jay

Ef Kay

puts the peoples' bags on the

could never love anything better than .

.

.

least that's

I've been busier than usual gettin' ready for this

you

much

It's

hear).

acting, 'xcept

like

this

Airlines from Atlanta to

but I'd buy her a ticket on United.

International Aero-port, they call

planes.

where we're

that's

could buy her a ticket on an airplane. There's

billboard near where auntie lives, the

—

I'd be

me

to talk

know

without

my

what

accent.

he's right. There's

I

many

'im.

tell

new show.

My

Sounds a reason

Yorkers are more successful than Tennesseans; for one

thing, they don't talk like they used to

own

slaves and plantations.

They double-talk more, that's for sure, but so does everyone these days. That's what you do to get ahead. My new show's called Tinker Bell Twinkle; the show. But

it's I'll

my

first

one on Broadway. I'm not really the

be the star before

enough experience.

If

you know

it

.

.

.

once

you know anything about science,

24

I

star

of

get

you'll

know

of years ago, after the big bang,

that millions

of

an instant. That's not

in

think that

I

those stars

were millions

how stars are made now. I'm making God has to work harder makin' 'em now, then we humans should have to work harder, too.

made

stars

glad.

that there

if

.

.

.

do work hard. Harder than anyone knows. Between bussing tables and aeting (which seem like the same thing sometimes) I've got no I

time for myself... or for Cassandcr. And...

Three days

till

the big night. Auntie

days from now. I'm going

to

have

to wait for

my

and

opening night for

my new name

producer about

were

printed.

My

it

a

is

that.

to

me

two

will be here

today. Nestra Gideoni

know who

I'll

be? You'll

They've already printed the

in tiny little letters

tells

get the phone...

Aggeme

month ago; you know

producer

me

my name

Do you want

sounds so foreign, anyhow.

posters,

change

let

.

.

on the bottom. .

that he's glad

told

I

before the posters

I'm thinking more

progressively. I'm excited.

My

manager is giving me two days off work this week. So I've got tomorrow and opening-night day away from the diner. Cassander told me that he's going to take auntie and I that I had out for a nice dinner tomorrow. I told him that I couldn't but he insisted. You need to eat, he said. Most of the too much to do

Two

days

till

the show.

—

—

girls

around here hardly eat

eat as

much

because then

look nicer.

I

didn't used to believe that,

but I've seen what they do to fat girls around here. I'm not

Auntie will be here

in

one hour, she

from a payphone. She said she's

in

said.

fat.

me

She just called

Easton, near Nazareth

two hours away with the evening rush hour. But

at least

not to

at all. It's healthier for actresses

we

I

.

.

.

that's

didn't

tell

her.

It's

two-hours fifteen minutes

later

now, and auntie just got here.

She's fixing her makeup. Cassander will be here anytime now.

There's the doorbell ....

Aren you gonna get anything more than a salad, Cassander 't

asked.

It

was

a beautiful restaurant. / ate

25

something a

little

earlier,

I

said even though

I

really didn

I'd be leaving soon. closet. That's

when

We

't.

Excuse me,

I

me it

—

in

that

is,

and talked about the weather.

and headed tov^ards the water

auntie spilled her drink.

Luck? Cassander and she were then

My new

ate

said

boyfriend, Jegison,

distracted.

{Broad

is

you

ask.

the way,

Turns out

still

I

broader

I

isn't that just like

left

the restaurant.

was waiting outside and had

everything of mine packed

in his car.

Hollywood. That's where we're going

the show'?

Now

was to

I'm sure

— Hollywood.

all

I'll

What

just part of the Audience.

Hollywood.)

photo by Emily Appel

26

of

make ahuiti

rnaitha Chiisfian -Biittanxj Blankenship-

(An imitation

of "RichaicI

Whenever Martha

We

Coiq" bq Edwin Arlington Robinson)

Christian walked

somewhere

children on the sidewalk looked at her.

Oh, she was flawless from boots to glossy hair; Her wool coat could'vc been a cloak of fur.

And And

she

And And

she was pretty

was always perfectly at case. was always tactful when she spoke.

Her smile was like a golden summer breeze, Bestowed so kindly on all us winter folk. she

in a

modest way

smarter than those standard-scoring

tests.

Her very aura made us, everyday.

Wish that we were only half as blest.

So on we worked for work - but never play And built our mansions huge to store our stress.

And Martha Popped

a

Christian,

pill to

one golden summer day.

silence her success.

photo by Matthew White

27

nioms

TieasuiG Box

-Vanessa Pham1

search for chocolate chip cookies

in

your old recipe box.

Among

the sea

of magazine clip-outs

and fancy picture cards of Russian rainbow teacakes

and I

glittery fruit slice cookies,

find a picture

of my fourth birthday cake -

clown bedecked

a

with an

M&M party hat,

a collar to

and

a

match

gum-drop nose.

Clown cakes

don't just happen, after

A hand-written

all.

recipe

pokes above the commercial cards.

"Banana Nut Bread" on notebook paper written in your hand.

I

spy another

in

your hand,

"Coffee Cake."

You hated coffee.

I find more folded notebook papers written by you.

I

pull another,

and another, hungrily unfolding them like candy wrappers,

smelling the paper,

consuming your handwriting, savoring the treasures

1

in at least

planning

memory of your

recipes

hadn't tasted

nine years,

to bring

them

to life

agam

with flour and sugar.

I

wish

to

it

were

that easy

do with you.

28

-

photo by Joel Hughes

Sun -Rachel Lovelace-

The sun shines

in the

sky

cheerfully illuminating the purple violets

on the window

The

sill

and the courtyard below

light stings

my

eyes as

it

my

shows me

window.

life

hurrying by outside.

I

1

shrink back; the vivid light hurts.

happy as

if

the

Sun

is

as

Maybe

the

Sun

is

just going through

wonder

the motions behind a

happy

it

appears.

fa(;ade,

only shining because like breathing

and getting out of bed the morning, it's merely a habit, done in an effort to eclipse the deadness within.

29

Irish Cliffs -ITIeqan Elmendorf-

mc

Singing droplets myst before

Coming up

to greet us

from the emerald

Dampening. our clothes

As they march

forth

Thick clouds press

Where we

like

from the secluded bays.

in

upon our shore

stand ready like

all

times before.

Rage and tragedy have come but Quickly receding

I

'fore the

feel

Wc stand Who had

your assurance

in

that

set out to put us in

Wild winds whirl past the

I

gone

mine

all

will be fine.

as conquerors over the vengeful

Though they be

My

are

approaching dawn.

stand here with your hand

And

sea.

mischievous fayes.

fears are

waves

our graves.

scar.

too gentle to mar.

borne away on

this

wind

did not but you did them send.

Long light graces me.

As gaze out to the calm emerald I

sea.

photo by

30

.loci

Hughes

rieqlecfed

Chance

-Saia SchaetzkaTear

this

up

confessions only

break hearts, 1

love you

I

really do.

You swept mc Away.

I

wanted so

badly to take that

chance.

Such

that

wrote

1

it

down in a poem.

You read it

"1 I

And 1

love

it

really

do"

yet

didn't have

the heart

you

to tell 1

love you

I

really do.

And what was

intended

as a secret desire,

turned into a past

wound

that left a

so deep I

had

to

write three to

keep

more poems

that secret

from you.

Tear

I

love you

1

really do.

this

up

confessions only

break hearts...

31

^wilMw^^

i|^f--?

photo by Matthew White

ReHecfion -ITlGlissa Faifer-

Rays of

light

stream through the break of dawn,

Entwined with wisps of lacy cloud.

Remnant traces of battle are gone.

The world engulfed in a hazy shroud.

Alas, one

man

stands alone.

His silhouette black against the rising sun.

His sword pierces the ground of stone;

The

battle

was

victorious, but the

32

war had

just

begun.

XoXoXo -Joel

Huqhes-

Hugs and Kisses and

a better time_

traveler {past present) past_ tense, readying for

my

tenth interview present_

"s, as in 'serfing,' and, 'sequential sights'" /?<:M'r_

tense, didn't get the job, again, present_

the

brown-me

still

wadeing /?a.s7_

through the earthy pool and dive presently driven to excel, failing

—

equality

is

a state

live but

from death, bereft of basic wishes:

a job, a

home. Five Loaves, Two Fishes.

{still

of kind.

missing you, mother, Miss Hugs and Kisses.)

photo by Emily Appel

33

Shoes -Ismaias Recinos-

A A A

on the floor

pair of shoes lie

whispering wind closing door

The

feet that filled

them

Are no more Lonely shoes

upon

the floor

Cast aside, forgotten yet

One

A

single tear

cheek

is

wet

Lonely shoes

that

must forget

The joy they had Each single step Replaced again, by something new It wasn't them The feet Just grew So they lie remembering you

All

you did

And

all

you do

photo by

34

Ana Preza

A Goaf

Tale

-Edwaid GcorqesonI grew up on Our farm was no

child,

thing

We

many farms have

had goats,

animals.

is

was

lots

of them.

I

and occasionally gave

in to the

urge to

different.

annoying

typical

One

a farm.

a

tease them.

Female goats are known

as "nannies"

and are not fun

to tease,

because they don't fight back, they just run away. Chasing them a

little

unlike

human

are

known

any

can't harass just

and are very fun

as "billies"

because they fight back. Now,

when you're

human

No, you want

full

to find

one

that

is

about half-grown, one going

this age, the

average billy

aggressive, and willing to fight back, but too

much of anything. Not

This story

day when in a

ten years old,

males.

through puberty, so to speak. At

pid to do

pen

1

all

to tease,

you grown ones are own body fluids. Not

because the

billy goat,

too irritable, strong, and soaked in their

torial,

is

Not

to catch.

females.

Male goats

unlike

boy

fun, but they run too fast for an average

is

unlike

human

about one such billy goat that

is terri-

weak and

I

discovered one

should have been doing something productive.

He was

by himself, he was about half grown, and he had

look of utter and total hatred on his face.

stu-

adolescents.

He looked

a

a lot like

Satan, actually. Overall, he looked like fun.

1

climbed

into the

He wanted me

pen and spent about an hour annoying him.

out, but all

horns, which didn't hurt horns, spinning ing

him

he could do was butt

at all.

him around

1

1

with his

remember grabbing him by

in a circle,

dizzily hobble after me. This

Disneyland. However,

me

little

the

and running away, watch-

was more fun than

eventually lost interest and

left

the poor

goat alone.

1

him again for some time, until about six was out stacking firewood. He went walking

did not encounter

months

later

when

1

35

by mc, out of his pen and apparently having the time of his

right

way

This wasn't the

life.

were supposed

remedy

be

to

things

worked on

resolved to

I

immediately.

this issue

constructed a "goat war station."

I

trailer,

the farm. Billy goats

wandering around.

in pens, not

consisted of an empty

It

and various weapons with which

could attack the goat

I

The weapons consisted mostly of water The plan was to lure the goat within range, douse him a few times, then rope him and lead him back to his pen.

The only problem was that the goat had no desire to pursue mc. In fact, all he did was run away when I got close. I've already from

a safe vantage point.

jugs and string.

isn't

much

into a

pen

explained that chasing goats

chased him

until

he

jumped

fun, but

filled

did anyways.

I

I

with young nanny

goats.

This was a pen, but

be

this was not the pen he was supposed to The matter was becoming more complicated by the minute,

in.

but

I

wasn't ready

going

to get

to

give up yet.

him out would be

to

realized the only way was make him angry enough to chase I

I

me.

Unfortunately, this task proved difficult. the goat ignored mc.

nanny

He was

goats. Eventually,

I

found

powered watering hose did

Now found out

far

more

that the goat

months than

matter what

interested in the

that shooting

I

did,

young

him with

a high

just the trick.

had one very upset goat on

I

No

my

had grown quite

hands.

a bit

I

more

also quickly in the past six

had. The tables turned rather abruptly.

The goat charged at me with far more speed than I

appreciated, leaving

me

only one option.

I

I

would have

grabbed his horns, and

thus began a very long grappling match.

He pushed me into the corner of the pen, but kept a firm grip on him. Soon, we both had discovered that neither of us was strong enough to overpower the other. He couldn't ram me while I

I

held his horns, but

were

at a

this is

I

couldn't escape the pen while doing so.

stalemate. Contrary to

how

the

what you learned

Cold War actually began.

36

We

in history class,

An hour had Should to

passed.

Two

hours had passed.

Should

tance.

1

was

1

mother

in the distance.

ten years old now,

mommy

handle a goat without

my

observed

No,

yell for help?

I

I

bailing

me

man enough

out.

observed some workers

I

No,

yell for help?

1

in the dis-

had gotten myself

into this

was a hot mess and 1 was going both 1 and the goat smelled repugnant, and we were both myself out of

to get

was ready

neither

to

to

of goats,

tired

upset and

know what

to

was struggling

my

My

tired, but

five-year-old brother approached

to tell

mind.

My

1

1

harder, as well.

my

brother to go away,

brother could

goat by the horns, and then

over the top of the pen,

would

day, and

was doing. At this point was really and wanted out badly. The goat was becoming more

was about

I

came

It

concede.

Three hours had passed. and wanted

it.

I

come

could escape.

we would

a solution

I

could then pull him

home free, and we made so much

both be

never speak of the incident again.

when

into the pen, take the

It all

sense at the time.

My

brother agreed, got into the pen, and took the horns.

quickly climbed over the fence, and turned around just see

my

in

I

time to

brother being smashed into a fence post, followed by a

very unpleasant cracking sound.

The goat then

trotted

away,

apparently content with his revenge.

I

was

sure that

my

brother

was broken, but he managed

to

climb out of the pen, and thankfully was not seriously injured.

however, had suffered a rather

My fall

fatal injury to

stupidity in approaching that goat

into temptation.

smaller,

I

Because

didn't recognize

it

I

is

my

it

was

pride.

a lot like the

had played with

when

larger

it

I,

when

it

way we was

and actually dan-

gerous.

Satan doesn't throw large temptations

away. He's too smart for temptations,

knows

we

that.

He knows

take baby steps towards

that jealously

in front

of us right

that

by giving

life

shattering ones.

into small

leads to theft, lust leads to adultery,

He

and

hatred leads to murder, and he has used this technique to bring

many

strong

men and women down.

37

And when wc arc trapped by sin, it is our natural reaction to we can save ourselves from it. spent several hours in

believe that a

I

pen with an angry goat because

I

didn't

want

to

ask for help.

The fact of the matter was, was unable to get out on my own and no amount of determination could change that. And just as somebody else took the punishment for my stupidity, Christ has taken I

the

punishment

for our sins.

We

need

to rely

on His power, not

own our own.

photo by Joel Hughes

38

photo by Emily Appcl

39

Incarnate -Vanessa PhamBeautiful God, to earth you as a

common man

and not

on a visible throne but

came

to reign

be slain

to

was your mission, and death your fame.

Beautiful cross that bore

my shame

Beautiful nails that pierced Love's vein

drowned my pain Beautiful God who knows my name.

Beautiful blood that

photo by Matthew White

40

He

Will Be There

-Ellen PoiiieiI

can see you're hurting

Crying on the inside

You thought

would be

it

Things were supposed

1

better

to

change

can see you're doubting

Wondering Is this

Is

how

you took the wrong road

if

supposed

its

to

be?

any one even there?

Oh He

will be there

Through the good and the bad times He'll be holdin' your hand

Oh He He

hears you

hears you

when

you're crying

Crying on the inside

"Is this

hope

"Can he

for real,"

This loneliness

Can

will

Through

getting old

be there

good and the bad times be holdin' your hand

Oh He He

is

me?

things really change?"

Oh He He'll

you say

really be there for

the

hears you

hears you

when

you're crying

Crying on the inside God's there for you and

He always

has,

me

and He always

He's looking out for us

And He wants

nothing more

Than to take The loneliness away

^

will

Oh He

is

there

Through the good and the bad times He'll be holdin' your hand Oh He heard you

He heard you when you were erying Crying on the inside

Oh just trust in Him Him in the good times And trust Him in the bad Oh have faith in your God For He wants nothing more than

Trust

To take

the loneliness away...

photo by Marlin Thorman

42

To the Poet -Biittanq Blankenship-

As Bach composed "Magnificat," As Shakespeare crafted Hamlet, Compose and craft me as You will Since

1,

alone, cannot.

Wield your pen with

And

take

artist's

grace

command of me.

Write a cadence echoing

Heaven's symphony.

Every stanza, rhyme, and

Make it point to Wind my words

Thee.

Like ivy wraps a

tree,

'til

line:

'round thoughts of You,

naught else shows but Thy bright form

Yet shadowed by a poem.

photo by Marlin Thorman

43

photos by Marlin Thorman

Winter Breeze -Daila Jenkins-

Winter Breezes rippling,

up and down chilling

my

my

spine,

every bone

and freezing

my

cold heart.

Winter Breezes blowing, softly to in the

and

and

fro,

smallest crack

in the greatest

Winter Breezes in the

and

drifting,

cool sweet

tasting

it is

canyon.

air,

delicious

soft to the lips.

These are the Winter Breezes.

44

Come Kisunzu-

-Jessica

Come

with

me

This journey

and walk a while

is

a lifetime long

Peaks and valleys, twists and turns

Two Sit

will

with

keep each other strong

me and

while

talk a

With open ears and hearts

that care

Joy and sorrow, laughter, tears Life and blessings that

Let's relax

we

share

and he a while

Lay troubled thoughts and burdens down Finding rest in peace and love Silence speaking

more than sound

Come

with me and walk a while Through the seasons, year by year There's no need to walk alone I'm here

photo by Joel Hughes

45

The mairiaqe Pot FiankUn RadcUff-

Deep

in the

jungles of southern Asia there Hved a young

small village. Even though this

decided that

it

was time

to find a

with her father to allow her

to

was

girl in a

young she one day husband. She begged and pleaded

girl

quite

still

marry, but no matter

how much

she

would not consent. Finally one day he decided he had had enough. He came up with a sly way to get her to drop the subject all together. He went out and bought the biggest clay jar he could find. It

cried he

was nearly as big as "If you can take this

He

the girl herself.

then took

it

to her

completely and then bring

it

back, then

I

shall let

and

and

jar into the jungle to the water hole

you choose

said,

fill it

a hus-

band."

She looked it.

at the jar

was so heavy

It

Undaunted, she began

had

filled the jar

could not dark.

move

Suddenly

with defiant determination and tried to

could barely

that she to

She

a bear

it

back, but

tried this for

head.

moment

Now

a

Oni nonnally loved

plight,

he swooped

to get

full that

it

she

started to get

started to chase her.

away.

in fear.

to play tricks

down and

"Thank you so much" she continued to try and drag

amused by

until

mischievous imp named Oni was flying over

have just gone on by but he noticed the

by her

was so

came out of the jungle and

"Help me! Help me!" She screamed that

it

many hours

Seeing the bear she ran and climbed a tree

At

lift

off the ground.

drag the jar through the jungle. Once she

she tried to drag

it.

lift it

it

said.

girl

on adults and he would

was not very

old.

Moved

seared the bear away.

She then went back

to her jar

and

back home through the jungle. Slightly

the site of such a small girl trying to

move such

a large jar

he walked up and with his supernatural strength he easily hefted the jar

up

to his

shoulder and walked beside her through the jungle

all

way back home. In the morning her father came out to see the jar tilled with water. He was dumbfounded by the thought that she had spent the whole night dragging the pot back home with water in it.

With no more ideas as to how to dissuade her from marrying, he gave

the

in.

46

"Surely a

girl

of marriage," he told

band

that

much determination is "You may pick any man

ready for the

with this her.

to

trials

be your hus-

you wish."

She burst out of the house and ran back through the jungle to the water hole shouting with joy, she jumped into the water and started dancing around. As she was doing stream catching

"Thank you

fish.

this she noticed

She quickly ran

for all

to

your help, you've made

happy in life. How can I ever repay you?"

"There is no need for your gratitude, young

would have went out of his way

Oni

sitting

down

him.

to help in

it

so that

girl.

I

can be

Any good man He

such a simple matter."

replied.

With

this

answer she knew then

that this

man,

filled

tery and magic, was the one she wanted to spend her

Together they walked back

to the village

life

with myswith.

where she presented her

betrothed to a bewildered father. His hands tied by his promise to her,

he gave his blessing and they were soon married and happy forever after.

photo by Alexander Jacques

47

On

the Agonij and Eventual Piofif of Waiting

-Kaqla mcAuliffeThe Lord promised her

a child;

Sarah waited.

A

year, ten years.

made

She

her husband's breakfast,

paid the servants.

oversaw the plantings and harvests.

Twenty

harvest.

Every year her hair turning grayer, the skin around her knuckles pooling.

She waited

until she

the promise

was not

understood: for her.

Then

way

Sarah stood out of the

of a promise that was

still

her husband's.

Gave him

a

new wife. new wife had

stood by as the the

promised

Still still

making

child.

breakfast.

paying the servants. She

watched the son of her husband grow, year by year, herself growing colder, loosing her spirit.

loosing her husband to a child

they could not share.

Her posture drooping.

Her prayers sobs.

Sarah waited.

The Lord

relieved her suffering.

Ninety years. She had a son.

May He

be so gracious to me.

48

ITlommq Walk -Be+h-Anne VandeilaanLet

me

so

can

I

my

put

feel

Your

breath.

For You are the reason

and stepped faith

hke a

but as in the

I

to

You

blood

what

hold on

am

opened the wardrobe for me to have

Because

child.

it's

hard for

me

to believe

Your mane

change

are

beneath I

I

The reason

dawn

feel the

if

inside.

cling to

that will I

Your mane

fingers in

to.

my

all

in I

the world

my

heart and veins

move and

I

wonder-

was always wanting

Because now

that

I

feel

You

fingers

ready

to breathe.

photo by Matthew White

photo by Beth-Anne Vanderlaan

49

Readers, Wiiteis,

and Aisonists

-Jason Vandeilaan-

Sometimes rants are better written and not read, And sometimes silence has the Midas touch.

Sometimes the folded paper fmds its place in the pocket, And sometimes wisdom is found with the teeth on the tongue.

But tables have the tendency

When we

least

expect

Because the time

is

to turn

it.

coming

When the voiceless will scream And the unspoken will find a home And

the time

When And

the

is

in

your

ears.

coming

shadows

will burn

the hidden will find a

home

photo by Sara Schactzka

50

in

your eyes.

photo by Brian Gonzalez

\

phoio by Joel Hughes

photos by Matthew White

51

Cesaiio -Kaqla mcAuliffe-

He 1

said:

wish you;

to

life

1

could just be attracted

1

how

straightforward

would seem,

stepped over

a crack in the sidewalk.

The

silence

between us compelled

me

to respond.

So hiding, as always,

behind a I

sisterly affection,

chided his oversimplification:

Wouldn't we, even, over the

A

Who

profile.

argues over television?

don't know.

Some

We

people.

passed a

the Rite

who

Wc I

fight

remote?

smile broke the solemnity

of his

1

TV

man

sitting

Aid pharmacy

beside still

and

pallid-

looked already dead.

wouldn't, he said.

rolled the familiar taste of sadness

around

in

my mouth

and swallowed

it.

52

photo by Jason Vandcrlaan

photo by Brian Gonzalez

53

Wafer

Cold Lake

-BetlvAnne VandeilaanThe

cold.

It's

as

it

air freezes

my

leaves

But the house

mouth.

is

too cramped,

too hot, too noisy.

can't breathe in there.

I

Vacation takes us to the lake.

my

It's

And

first

into the vine

I

am

So

I

about

And

of this family.

to suffocate.

pick up a rock, feel

and throw

I

the cabin here.

time as a grafted branch

it

it

over

across the lake.

can't skip rocks,

but today

is

as

good

as

any

to learn.

Skip. sink.

Sink. Plop.

Then Matthew comes out of the house,

and stands beside in

me

the cold.

Picking up

a

smooth stone

he easily swings his arm and

skip, skip, skip

across the lake

it

goes.

54

He

picks up two stones now,

hands one

to

me,

and we begin again.

And suddenly I

remember

why

I'm here.

photo by Jason Vandcrlaan

55

The Truth About Authois -Jcison

Wc

Vanderlaan-

arc guilty,

all

of us,

Poets and novelists alike,

Of the

half-finished.

Half-dreamed, half-hearted.

We

are guilty of the metaphor,

The The The

abandoned;

idea, discarded; story, cut short;

character, half

In the

womb

formed

of our imagination.

We, authors of

creativity

and thought,

Arc guilty of abortions and murders.

Of being distracted and bored and busy.

Of leaving a man dangling on the edge of a A woman waiting for her lover to return,

A

simile unfmished, a

rhyme without

its

And we.

We

are so thankful

That

God

is

So thankful

not like us

that

He

is

-

both

Author and Finisher, That He not only writes our

stories,

But became a character.

That He not only composes But

We To

is

life's

poetry,

the poetry of our souls.

are so thankful that finish

He

has promised

what He began.

56

cliff,

other half.

My Genesis Why Sing

Franklin Radcliff

-

Smokey Mountain Music

Two Roads Question

Diverged

Wood

in a

Edward Georgeson

Vanessa

-

Emily Appel

Megan Elmendorf

Reverence

Cooking

-

1

Pham

-

in

1

1

-

14

Judy Clippinger

1

Pham

Vanessa

1

1^

Brittany Blankenship

No Way

There's

-

20

Melissa Faifer

Dreams - Matthew Shallenberger Like We Never Loved Before - Darla Jenkins Untitled - Joel Hughes

2

hi

Martha Christian

Mom's Sun

-

Treasure

-

Vanessa

27

Pham

28

29

33

hicarnate

Will

-

-

35

Edward Georgeson

Vanessa

Be There

To The Poet

-

Winter Breeze

-

Pham

40

Ellen Poirier

4

43

Brittany Blankenship -

44

Darla Jenkins

45

Jessica Kisunzu

-

The Marriage Pot the

34

Ismaias Recinos

-

Goat Tale

Come

3

Hughes

Joel

-

30

Sara Schaetzka

32

XoXoXo Shoes

-

Melissa Faifer

Reflection

-

On

-

Megan Elmendorf

Neglected Chance

He

24

Rachel Lovelace

Irish Cliffs

A

22

Brittany Blankenship

-

Box

-

Agony and

Morning Walk

-

-

46

Franklin Radcliff

Eventual Profit

of Waiting

-

Kayla McAuliffe

Beth-Anne Vanderlaan

Readers, Writers, and Arsonists

Cesario

8

10

-

Adventures

-

6 -

Brittany Blankenship

-

Smalltown China

Shadows Requiem

5

Sara Schaetzka

-

Moon

Kiss the

When

4

Megan Elmendorf

-

Thomas

Kristin

-

Waves

Trail

Sarah Cordes

-

Beauty

1

2

Brittany Blankenship

-

1

-

Jason Vanderlaan

-

Beth-Anne Vanderlaan

The Truth About Authors

-

49 50 52

Kayla McAuliffe

Cold Lake Water

4H

Jason Vanderlaan

54 56

Emily Appcl Brian Gonzalez Joel

1

2,

20, 22, 26, 33, 39

53

4, 50,

Hughes

29,30,38,45,54

Alexander Jacques

47

Ana Prcza

34,39

Sara Schaetzka

50

Marl in Thorman

1,7,

Beth-Anne Vanderlaan

7,49

Jason Vanderlaan

53, 55

Matthew White

6,9, 19,23,27,32,40,49, 5

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11,21,42,43,44

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Judy Clippinger, President Beth-Anne Vanderlaan, Treasurer Jorge Granada, Secretary

Ms. Helen Pyke, Advisor

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