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A Beautiful Disaster
The haze of the morning sun reflected off the leftover debris
Shock still shook the neighborhood
Some could still hear the wind gusting, destroying everything in its path The rubble of people’s possession sat crumbled, becoming one with the earth An old pickup truck sat demolished, crushed under the weight of what was left behind
The chipped green paint still had a slight sparkle in it
The headlight cracked, never to shine again
A brisk breeze swept through the air, just as the storm had hours before The haze of the autumn sun beat down on those trying to gather what was left Its warm rays sending signals of happiness and better times to come
The bare tree branches reached out, like a hand wanting to help pick up the pieces
Birds flew against the backdrop of the bright blue sky
Singing tones of sweet sounds bringing joy to those who cleaned up what was left
What would happen next was just a guess
Some even managed to find beauty amongst the mess
Katie Miklosovic ’18
Growing Up
The baby girl stared at the sky
As the blue of it swam around her and
Puffy clouds told her stories.
Time passed.
The little girl ran impishly across the grass
And the delicate rays of sunlight followed her,
Wrapping themselves in her smooth brown hair.
Time passed.
The teenager girl sat on the cool, concrete driveway With her arms wrapped around her knees, tears streaking Her cheeks with charcoal and disappointment. Moonbeams shed their light on her.
Time passed.
The elderly girl traced lines into the sand that
Matched her wrinkled lines on her skin.
A smile played her lips as the waves gingerly splashed Around her ankles.
Time passed.
The deceased woman laid in the ground surrounded by The crumbling earth. The dirt kissed her and welcomed Her back to the dust.
Time passed.
Miranda Dorsey ’18
The Constant
No man has ever seen this city of which I speak. It is on no chart, no map, no census. No one has its coordinates, no photographs, no writ-
ten documentation. Not an eye has seen it; no record, no recollection,
no specificity. For this is a city that I have seen in my dreams. A constant picture, the trees covered in snow, the winding roads covered in sheets of ice. A constant memory, a fireside chat with friends with a bottle of whis- key, and music pouring from the bar next door. A collection of unfamiliar familiar faces which I see each night. An old man in the corner smoking
a tobacco pipe. He smiles his wrinkled face revealing very few teeth. A woman at the bar. She waves and laughs at me. She’s either wasted or on the way. “Do I know this woman?” I ask myself. Regardless, I wave back.
I grab a flask of wine and a mug of beer and listen to the band play the same tune over and over again. I hear noises of drunk laughter and horse- play. I smell whiskey and smoke. The room was drowning in an ignorant foolishness. I depart from my drinks and walk outside. The air is brisk and the full moon ignites the black sky. The sounds of that pig sty fade away. The sounds of wind and wolves replace it. The blood red banners on the roofs are knocked down one after another from the wind. I walk my usual way. My shadow follows. Everything is the same. No new stores, no new restaurants. No new people. Can this by my new life, my unchanging real- ity? I have nothing to worry about. I have no past, not that I recall. I have no future, it’s all predictable. I look for my street. Where is my house? Where are my friends? Where is my family? I am lost. Have I ever seen this place before? Nothing is new, so I must have. How can I not recognize my own city. I have all this control, all these constants, but no purpose. No mean- ing, but I am constant.
Luke Kapitan ’18
Old Friend, New Problem
She walked down the sidewalk, the sound of wet slush meeting her feet was a familiar sound. She loved the snow, it was her favorite part of winter. As she walked, the warm glare of lights in windows reflected off of the silver buttons, that were carefully sewn onto her red coat. She plunged her hands into her pockets, attempting to stay warm. Finally, she sees the cof- fee house, the multi colored lights wrapped around the window drew her in. She walked in, the warmth of the room and the smell of espresso beans welcomed her. She ordered a cappuccino and settled into a small nook of the coffee shop. As she settled in, she looked up to see her old boyfriend sitting across the shop. It had been six months since they had broken
up. He left for a long business trip, and the long distance relationship just didn’t work out. She watched as he sipped his coffee and read the news- paper. Memories began to swarm her brain. She knew the relationship was in the past yet the memories still lived in the present. She couldn’t stop looking, and suddenly his eyes looked up to meet hers.
Katie Miklosovic ’18