4 15 89 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/caf7735d1c3d0f447a05b3dbcda9aeea.pdf 9666fe125cb01ed32d00b73a2129447d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. Currently, the student-led editorial staff publishes one issue per year, and copies are complimentary. 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Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring 1990 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/e56c86e9d76b9f9b7cf46a1b1ca67ef1.pdf 45c01031e7b2e246d01b71bfb5d2765b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. Currently, the student-led editorial staff publishes one issue per year, and copies are complimentary. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource Anyone can read or obtain copies of any of the material for research purposes, but if the researcher wants to quote from the materials, they will need to obtain copyright permission from the <a href="https://www.wilkes.edu/academics/colleges/arts-humanities-social-sciences/humanities/manuscript/index.aspx">Wilkes University Manuscript Society.</a> Type The nature or genre of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript: Literary Magazine is arranged chronologically. The series ranges from 1947 – present. The magazine is currently published in the Spring only, but has previously been published seasonally, each semester. The series also includes a folder with supplemental materials from the Manuscript Film Society in the 1970s. The folders include a date range which may hold more than one issue of the magazine. 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Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring, 1992 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/f96a6308886c2e2f564df982bce3c8a3.pdf 272ee8d1a6b1403243e4d8c663bd2600 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. Currently, the student-led editorial staff publishes one issue per year, and copies are complimentary. 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Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring 1993 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/46cce6d576ebf50795bc7981c2d26308.pdf f8a2923ca3a8385356ba601d4af96c66 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. Currently, the student-led editorial staff publishes one issue per year, and copies are complimentary. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource Anyone can read or obtain copies of any of the material for research purposes, but if the researcher wants to quote from the materials, they will need to obtain copyright permission from the <a href="https://www.wilkes.edu/academics/colleges/arts-humanities-social-sciences/humanities/manuscript/index.aspx">Wilkes University Manuscript Society.</a> Type The nature or genre of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript: Literary Magazine is arranged chronologically. The series ranges from 1947 – present. The magazine is currently published in the Spring only, but has previously been published seasonally, each semester. The series also includes a folder with supplemental materials from the Manuscript Film Society in the 1970s. The folders include a date range which may hold more than one issue of the magazine. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring 1994 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/24b8c5fafd5f0128bdf5e9251d250b9f.pdf ef78e32e0ef8065134d2a6e1ae246bbe PDF Text Text MANUSCRIPT �Manuscript �O Copr lrght 1995 by the Manusclipt Society. All rights leserued. Printed in the Uniterl States of Arnerica. No palt of this pubiication may be lept'oduced. stolecl rn a letlieval system, ol tlansmitted in any fotm ol by any meatls, electlonrc. rnechanical. photocopying. recordin-s. 01'otl-rerwise without plior peln.ris:ion of the publishers: Wilkes Universitl,, Wilkes-Barre, PA 18766. The \lanuscript Societ)' accepts subrnissions from Wilkes University students. iacLrltr. and ahulli. Volume XLYIII MCMXCV �Tasrr oF CoNTENTS POETRY i995 Poctnl Contest Wittner \1ine Fires i995 Poetnl Contest Rtrnner-tqt Fsr Crving Out Loud Shared Treasure rDaddy Can You Hear Me?) Vicarious Rebirth \-iolent Moment Plaving The Game \\'hat She Hears In Her Head Crace Loosened (It's davs like this) Best Damn Popcom l Er.cr Ate (that su,eatshirt of vours) -{ Bitter Woman Ianuary Five 9 Five Burial Ground Rain Shorver Neried 1995 Prose Contest Winner The Prize Inside the Cereal Box 1995 Drama Contest Winner Blackness Footprints Unsuspecting (The smoke filtering...) Lazurus and The Butcher TheNightmare Confession of a Daughter of Cain Art ContestWinner The Dead, the Dying, and tl're Struggle Within Bill Rasmovicz Susan Kovaleski t7 Donna Bytheway Marisa Rae 6 6 Susan Kovaleski Ed McGinnis Tim Williams Holly Jones Bill Rasmovicz Ed McGinnis Marisa Rae Susan Kovaleski Marisa Rae Karen Ziagos TimWilliams Susan Kovaleski Patfy Puerling Ed Mccinnis 10 13 15 76 27 28 28 30 30 35 37 38 39 40 PROSE & DRAMA Karen Ruduski )q Eric Riviera 11 Deirdre Swinden 7 Tarah Trivelpiece Tarah Trivelpiece Bernie Kovacs 74 24 25 Deirdre Swinden 31 Susan Kovaleski 36 ART 1995 Decisions Amy Blease Untitled Anonymous 2X2X12073 Changes Untitled Eve of the Second RobertWittman Millenium RobertWittman Amy Blease Henry Bisco Donna Bytheway COVET 18 79 20 27 22 23 �MaruuscRrPT Srarr Eclitors Ed McGinnis Deirdre Swinden Art Editor Donna Bytheway Assistnnt Editors Tarah Trivelpiece Karen Ziagos Society Members Barbara Campbell Bernie Kovacs Susan Kovaleski Andita Parker-Lloyd Mario Sayllo Tim Williams Aduisor Bonnie C. Bedford In addition to publishing this magazine, the Manuscript also sponsors readings and workshops on campus with poets, fiction writers, and dramatists. Trips to other performances and conferences to New York, New Jersey and within the state are also sponsored by the society. Manuscript meetings are held every Thursday at noon, on the third floor of Chase Hall. If you would like to get involved in next year's publication, please feel free to join the weekly meetings. �MIwE Fmrs Having only heard stories and never really known our father's fathers, we crept into the breaker expecting to find their skeletons thrown up on racks like moldy coats in the cellar stairway, jaws still locked and caught in mid sentence. We were young. Anything was possible we knew. For years we fashioned the huge spaces within; cogs sti11 grinding, faces sealed in dust in the high, black windows, the eternity of machines. One by one then and holding on to each other's shirts, we found ourselves inside, stumbling over the wreckages of wood and steel, over the vacant dreams of all that was happening, trying to peel back with every step the thin membranous darkness. We were scared. Scared of what we'd find, of ghostly encounters, but scared more perhaps to learn of what had never been therejust the skin and bones of words and memories that our parents had to dig out for us and the invisible remains of life's tragic lives. Discovering there was nothing left behind, we quickly wanted out! And so, having never gotten to know our father's fathers, we left running, screaming, smashing windows, assuring ourselves we'd never return: Their secret identities trapped like a little flame at the core of our hearts. To this day if you look to the North you can see smoke rising from the cracks. Four hundred feet in the side of this mountain there are fires still burning in the deepest fissure, the darkest vein. BILL RASMOVTCZ ) �Suannn TnTRSURE As we walked beside the sandy road the sun flashed off a semi-buried crystal. We stooped and dug out with our fingers a faceted, glass doorknob. To the nine year oid boy, it was a diamond which he laid upon the pillow of his sleeping great-grandma. DONNABYTHEWAY 6 Daddy can you hear me? another notch on my bedpost... No salvation there little one Tell your Mommy you're coming soon. She won't like you there birds and bees sting... my daddy teaches me. MARISARAE �FoorpnINTS DEIRDRE SWINDEN "This sucks." "MurphY Anderson You watch dat tongue afor i rip it right outta yo' mouth'" But it seemed true enough' This really did. suck, the rain, the tightin'. Everythin' was jus unbearable. Thekitchenwas stiflin'me sos i f,ua to get out. Murphy provided my relief' Someone to shout at was always useful' "But Ma," he saYs an I smacked his mouth. "But Ma nothin'. You march Yo'self right up those stairs this instant. An dun you thlnk a comin' down here 'afor supper's ready' Now git." The boy in a pair of dungarees and a tshirt scooted up the stairs. Strange un, that kid. Of my two sons, he was the brightest and the most promisin', but he sure was strange' Never complained a day in his 'tire life where as my youngest, Smith, was a whiner' "Momma! Dat rain! It's comin' in da door!" Smith's voice called me from the edge of the stairs. The light front door had dun blowed itself oPen and the rain was a rushing inside. I flew over and slammed it shut' "Ain't nuff it's hotter 'an F{ades' Gotta rain onmyrugs too." I turned tomy son' "It's alright baby. We're safe in this house'" "No we're not." His matter o'fact tone dun shocked me' "Well we most certainly arel Don't you git upset sweetie." "No Momma, we're not safe' MurPhY say we ain't safe with thatman es..es"escaped yesterday." " ll{as Murphy been tellin' the 'lunatic dun come t a gity i story' garn?" Smith nodded and I pulled him to mY breast. "He says when it rains theY all come out an git whoever they find. They won't git us will they? Dem lunatics?" I laughed and squeezed mY son' "Come on. Let's You anme go see what we're makin' DaddY for suPPer'" Smith trailed after me inta the kitchen and we went about our normal battle about what ta eat. Chicken,I would say, and Smith would shake his head. Hot dogs, he would say and I would argue for the chicken' Finally, when we had decided we would have chicken, I glanced up at the clock. "Go wash uP, DaddY'llbe home soon'" "No he won't." I glanced uP to find MurPhY had been standin' in the doorwaY. "What are You talking'bout?" "Dad is not coming home, not tonight, not ever." "MurphY Anderson don'tYou ever say such morbid things in this house' Smith go wash up. MurPhY sit Yerself dolvn'" Smith made a run for the bathroom as I stared at my oldest. A flash caught my eye' 7 From wherei was standin', the bay winda by I the door was barely visible. Somethin' had just passed it. I gasped and then berated *ytuf. It was only a leaf or a branch or somethin'. Or someone. I glancedback atMurphy' Nothin' had moved iept his eyes, which were now fixed on the winda. "MurPhY?" He didn't move. "MurPhY!" He glinied at me and then turned and fled back uP the stairs. Outiide the storm raged, banging boldly on my door 'til it finally kicked it's way in. 'Stead of chasing my son, I chased the raindrops away from mY floor as I slammed the door again. Fifteen minutes found Smith and I settin' in the bay wihdow at the front of the house. Peering through the sheets of rain, we could barely make out the driveway' �Sixteen minutes an I shifted my position for the eighteenth time. "Momma, where's Daddy?" Smith asked and I dropped my worried eyes to his. "I dun know sweetie. He's late. It's the rain." "No Momma, get it through your skull. He's not coming home tonight." Murphy's voice slapped atme. I turned 'round to find the boy behind me. His blond hair was tussled beyond combing, the almost white eyes were starin' straight at me. He didn't look like a part of this family. Smith was a smaller version of his father, but Murphy....well, who knew what recessive never acted so bad. "Stop it! Stop sayin' that. Git to bedl NOW!" He was still standin' there, justa gawkin' at me. "NOW!" '1y'l,hy you love him so much? FIe's never done shit for you. I've seen him hit you. I've heard you screamin'. Heard you cryin'. I know he's dead Momma. You never have to cry again. Never again. Ain't you happv now? Now that he's gone?" I stared, gapin' at this boy in front of me. "You are no son o' mine. Git ta bed fore I paddle yai' I sputtered. "Murphy why are you saying this?"' "Mama he's gone! The lunatic dun got He stood and gawked at me. him! I know it!" "Murphy answer me." "Go ta bed." He shrugged. With that Murphy gave me a glare and "What's for dinner, Momma?" marched up them steps. I somehow made my He turned his back on me and plopped way ta the couch and thought about what down in front of the T.V. Murphy had just confessed. And I thought "We might as well eat. Dad's not gonna about Murphy. The boy seemed to think to make it." himself more a man than he should. He seemed "Momma! Why's he sayin' dat?" I to think his father was gone, he thought himself glanced at Smith. He crawled inda my lap and the head of the house. Smith climbed up next stared up at me, tears cloudin' the beautiful to me and I clutched him and prayed. genes he had. I eyes. "It's airight. Daddy'll be home soon. We'll wait for awhile yet to eat," Isaid more to Murphy than Smith. Two hours and we were puttin' the dishes in the machine. The clock on the walI Four more hours and Smith was in bed. I was dozin' on the couch watchin'- the Iate news. Every so often the door would swing open 'tilI finally had ta bolt it. "Man aged...escaped from... asylum...and is said....still in the.....of Blue Lake.....Residents....warned to be on...for a man....tattoo over right elbow and very large feet. Seems strange folks, but they are struck nine. "Dammit Jonathan, where ate you?" I slammed my fist into the counter, and it was as if the door heard and understood that I wanted someone to enter. The storm tried unusually large feet. The man may be armed again ta fling itself inside my livin' room, but and is very dangerous. Please stay indoors it wouldn't deliver my husband on its winds. and tuned to CBS for further news." Murphy managed to close it this time. The I flicked off the broadcast and storm seemed to be dyin'. Slowly, but it was shuddered. I didn't like the fact that the door dyin'. came open so easy, and I was'fraid. Jonathan "Momma, he's dead." wouldbe home soon. He had ta be. I shutmy I stood, shocked stupid for a second. I eyes, and before I knew it, I was sound asleep. didn't know what to do with my child. He had I woke to a breeze blowin' 'cross my �feet and the rest of my body shiverin' uncontrollably. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. I had been asleep for two hours, and the clock had just struck three. I glanced around, wonderin' where the breeze was comin' from. The door had somehow come open again. I got up, mumblin' as I did so. "Goddamn locks won't even keep the rain out. Shee-it." It took my tired body u tltUe longer to fight the wind than before but I finally managed ta close the door. It never occured ta me thatthelocks onthe doorweren't damaged. Someone had opened it this time. Someone on the inside. I turned and leaned against it, laughing at the movie star picture it drew in my head. Something caught the light on the floor. Silver. And small. I crossed to the thing quickly,myheart picking up a beat every step. I crouched and and the driver side door was ajar. And three feet away lay my husband, face up on the gravel. 'Jonathan!" I cried and rushed to his side. Open eyes stared at me. The rain pelted those eyes, makin'it look like he was cryin'. I screamed and run back to the house fast as I could. I pressed my body against the front door and sobbed. And screamed again. There on the floor, imprinted on the carpet, and standin' alone on the hard wood, these were the biggest I ever did see, these 'uns were. And the feets thatmade these footprints now stood in my kitchen door. Laughin'. examined it. A ring. A weddin'ring. That matched the one on my finger. "Jonathan?" I asked into the house. There was no answer. I stood and glanced around. The rest of the floor was wet. "Momma?" Murphy drew my attention away from the fioor. "Go to bed honey, go now." "I think I saw dat guy from T.V., dat lunatic? He's hidin' out in the tree. Smith will get scairt if he sees him." I choked. "Go to bed honey, Daddy's home, he's just in the kitchen. You were dreamin'." Murphy turned and wentto his room, rubbing his eyes. I stood staring at the air he had vacated, wonderingif I should look anywhere eise. Like the tree. I opened the front door and ventured out on the porch. The rain had let up some, but the wind was a tryin' to rape me. I looked out at the tree, and then stepped off the porch. Nothin'. There was nothin' in the tree at least. The driveway, however, was a sight. I let out a gasp as I looked at the car. My husband's car, 9 �VICARIOUS REBIRTH Sweetness melts upon the eyes 10 of naive humanity at the birth of a personal savior. lost but two years before in the red shadow of my two sister suns rve raised our eyes to the new white light born to preserve the last of our youth. warming. its chaste figure graces the walls within with laughter SUSAN KOVALESKI �l BrncxNESS ERIC RIVIERA Il:r'i'c'-s nkrtocknttlLedottrittaqtLnint,hrightly-litltonrc:.The liaingspnce isioe!!-itLnrisJrctl,btLtbsrrctr. '; .tll lrumnn lifc. Not n souttd fnr the next t'czu secottds. . . tinrc being n little ltlryet: thatr benrn[tle for any .i::n'il lttuttntt rcsltottc,c. . . .'.titttlrcr ktrcck, s{mrc as lsst.lt eclroes tltrough the sytnce tobe receioerl .tttl.ietrce douhtittg if tlrere's atty rt:nl nctors in the idrole play. . btltotnl silence , sti/lttess . . . the lrcsr tlte cnerge tic yt.otrttdittg ttt' t'ootsttLts cotttiug nround the second flttrtr and doittu tlte steps. i :tt11,11J, nge three, ru trc frorn off stage to the door. He looks tltrough the cr.Lrtnin oi the do6r ipitrloio ntul -,:trtoit'lt,d!_es the presence ot'sontcone ioe hnaetlt seetr t1et. He siarts to ftrrnble ioitlt the doorktrcb, but ::.tttt'ittg nlot of trttuble-his titty ltnnds nre just bnrelv nble to ttrr n theknob, neut:rtinl nctualltl gettirtg ),,' tloor olten. . F: tLLtlhl, itte . Titt yttrsott behitd the door seen$ to sense thnt the child is hnaing trotrble nntl opets it hintself . The rrger is about sirty seaetftrl , his stnf ur e gioing n pozoerftll inrpr essiott. He lms a lo w, iohite benrrj ,or r:'irrg;i1t dttitttr tohis chest, a dnrk-gret1 fedora, a dark-grey ouercont, utLl n ltlack suit tLirdertrcntlt. He -'.')r/rd-s itt corryittg n lorge,blnck bng, bending dott,tr to tnlk to the boy. S:r'rr STRANGER: Jimmy, your father is dead. .Co upstairs rightnow and tell your mother tir.-ri your father is dearl. Tite bo!/ doesr't renct, He 11 stattls .,.,i,l rLnzs back the it,sy he ctltltc. there t'or n nrornett staritry nt the Strmrge r. He eaeiftrLally ttLrns sroutul -\ i)i{' n/orrtr , the Stronger stnrts to nnae nrotnd the hottse zoitlt a subtle sense of ptLrpose . He ptLts rioitttt ,: l,og,.tokes ot'f his oaercoat nnd incket and plnces thent ott the rnck. There sri nbout three ti,ghts itt tlrc 'L ' -'ot.tt itthich he 1:troctc,l.s to.ttrrn off one by oirc. He t'olls tLp his sleeoes atd tnkes pnitftrttg sippties out -'i iJrc bng. Using n rrtller, he goes to the nmin ionll nnd Stnitfts it blnck, tnking tloiort fnnt'i')y picttrres as :a srlrr-s ncro-s-s, Tiit trnthet' etters, holding Jimnry's hmd, she is in tramendous shock. \IOTHER: Is. . .um. . .is it true? :CTRANGER: Yes, Mrs. Ripfield. Your husband is dead. Firl/. \{OTHER: Well, um. . .how did he die? The stranger stops h.is ruork and puts dorun the brush, She cries uncontrollably onto his shoulder. He goes oaer to the rnother nncl giaes her n hug. STRANGER: You have to understand that you will never see him again, Mrs. Ripfield. You have to understand that though you've loved one another, it is inevita[le that we ali must die, and any love you have for the dead is wasted in the wind. �Bent One day, you'llfeel stronger. . . MOTHER Who are you? The Strntry(r releascs hcr ntd STRANGER: goc-s back to ptnirtittg, I doubt that matters much no\v. . . Beat MOTHER: Bnt, I, I don't understand. What are you doing? Why are you painting rn)- rvalls? Tlrt: Strtutger tnl<es out sotttt ltushes autl ptoiut cans ntttl lmtLds tlrent f o the motlrcr artd sotr. Jitrutty ,1ii : tJrc l',rush ntttl rturc uptstoit's, STRANGER: We harze a lot of r,rrork to do. Better that r,rre start now. MOTHER: No! I rvon't let you do this! I don't even knor.v you! What do the rvalls have to do rvith my husband? Not just the rvalls, Mrs. Ripfield. The tables. . .the chairs. . .the appiiances STRANGER: rugs. . .the floors. . . 1_2 . . .the lin'utty rwns in chnsing a ztthite cat ittith his brtLsh, STRANGER: ...Erzerythi.g... MOTHER: But this is MY HOUSE! I still have to live here! You can't just come in here and decide to paint everything black! It's not rightl It doesn't rnake any sense! I rvon't let you do it! (as he hugs her again) You CAN'TI You can't! You can'tl You. . . STRANCER: Shhh. Shhhhh. . .You're going to feel pain. You're going to feel ernpty And you can't tell me rvhat I can and cannot do. He's gone, Mrs. Ripfield. No force on earth can change that fact. And the sooner rve start the rvork the sooner the rvork rvill be finished. (ioipitrg the tears t'ronther eyes) OK? He goes bnck to zoork on the ittnll . I lmnry is nlr eady Sloioly her eyes go to the brush nnd can inher to paitft it blsck. pahtittg the door . The ruother looks nt the tztto of thern. hands. Softly sobbing, the mother goes orer to the couclt md stnrts The Sirmryer ttotices that there is still n considernble anrctuft of light contittg in from the ittirtdoitj, He paints it black, squeezing the. light out of existence, As he does so, the stage lights sloztly start to t'ade to blnck. . . END �VrornrurMovtENT we fall apart. I unfold from your arms while thundefrolls over the autumn bones of distant mountains. I Snow smothers the heavy breath of my thoughts deep beneath white. call Davlisht falls and lifts across hillsides lik6 t]ie imprint of a tank tread Iight and dark and light... feel Rain crashes into the river, slashes open the hill's cheek, and is dabbed up again rain to river to rain... time's Wind rushes in and out, shakes budding branches awake slaps with frenzied swings east then west then east... oiolent We stretch against each other oushine arms and legs around hs the g"round's shoulders shift crushing rocks against one another in deep, heated caverns. moaemettt. we fall apart. I unfold from your arms while thunder rolls over the autumn bones of distant mountains. ED MCGINNIS 13 �UxsusPECTrNG TARAH TRIVELPIECE The fire licking at my soul makes me wonder. I see him. He smiles. The words unspoken, but the idea understood. He pulls me close and rehrranges our legs till I am where he wants me. He asks, "Who are you?" I laugh and feel a trvinge of regret, but the regret dissappears into a figment of a once felt emotion. My mind racing, what about his roommate? (I dated him awhile ago and things really never ended.) What will the other two unsuspecting people in this mess think? I feel his breath on my face and the warm moistness of his tongue. I taste the mirage of stale beer, iced tea, salt, and partial morning muck once his tongue finds mine. Nothing seems important now except the presence of his body near mine. None of this r,r,'ill matter tomorrow. 14 I feel his passion rise up from him. His heart quickens. Norv a dull flicker like an image blurred on a wall flashes against rny rnind. The unsuspecting part of this game leaves as it came and I hold onto only my slight fear of losing. Againlammovedsoheiscomfortable. Norvlamnotcomfortable...butldon'tchoosetorebel. All my strength has left my body. AII that remains is the flickering image of what comes next. He is kissing me again. My rnind tells me this is all so very wrong but can find no reason in the corners of my brain to stop. My heart is past quitting this too reai garne. AII there is...is him...the srnell of rvorn off after shave, the saltiness of his kisses, the beat of his heart next to my body. While my mind and body search the corridors of experience a reason to end the game appears. In a musty, choked rvhisper I manage to mouth, "What aboutJake?" In an instant the game ends. I pass the test of loyalty. Somehor.v, throughout it all, rve remain friends. �Praylxc TnE Gaus inspired by MGhi The way of the world sucks,leeching red platelets to the surface in a feedin gfrenzy of conforming feigned harmony. Expunged we shuffle, sallow and anemic. The way of the world liquefies you taking every unique preciousness and single beauty btending them to create your reality. And as we gel in the mo1d, cloned unidentifiably, the varied ingredients always yield identical. The way of the world drains every memory and replaces the whole with clear clouded liquid. painted faces dressed in their finest are sealed struggling within a nightmare. And we have richly lost walking, playing the game. TIM WILLIAMS 15 �Wunr SHr Hrans Iru Hrn HEap Go on, cover your face They all know why you're here Your ghostly countenance speaks for itself Tryilry to hide it doesn't mnke it go atlay... Scream once more before you walk in the house Make believe you're huppy The actress is receiving her cue Smile when he greets you He may be a stranger but he won't hurt you Be complete and concise with your answers Follow his instructions- it toill be okny Degraded, dehumanized You feel so empty Vomit the vile out of your soul Wash away the foul feeling of his poking- prodding Strip from the waist down chnir nlong roith your Set yowr dignity on |he Jeat$ YotL may as u,ell throru it a7L)ay--1/ott ztott't need it 16 Now how do you feel? The same-dirty, oiolated, raped You're still the same iittle girl That left the house earlier Stop shaking you childish wench This is the price you pay Go on,look at yourself Take one hard look at your reflection What do you see?----n shndow of zttho yoLt once lgnore the presstrre betroeen yotrr legs Be indifferent to the surrowfiirtgs The pnin you t'eel as he's pokittg your insides Push it ittto the reseraoir ot'your nind 70ere You're cold-you're trembling You're such a child-if you only knew Do you want your mother to hold your hand? No-you just zttattt to die If you quit shuddering you can dress It IMere is your dignity? looks like it's disnppenred Every shred of dignity Every ounce of respect You once had for yourself is gone! You foolish little bitch have to learn the hard way always You bury this deep in your memory With all of the other htrrt Go on, cover your face You know why you were there Tryittg to hide it doesn't nutke it go {tT ay... Tears are rvelling in your eyes Dry them-yott dott't tontft to drsztt atty attentiotr Good girl-you listen so well HOLLY IONES �"FoR CnYlNc Our LouD" piaying with dustY sunlight, sneezing away memories, it shouldn't have but it did break the window Pain visions of the Past etched into the shattered glass SUSAN KOVALESKI 17 �C\I DECISIONS AMY BLEASE �UNTITLED �I '* 20 2x22',1,201,3 ROBERTWITTMAN �.eL.l:;l *i lt'f; f.' I i .'. "rl ..:, 21 CHANGES AMY BLEASE �22 UNTITLED HENRY BISCO �r:: 6n,,!.', ry, -':ii "'\ &; ':" '"\" " '^{I i'n "-* ":W f"' ::.- ',r'.f * r"' ^. ^ "'&*r ,!1* ,;,.*^W. o1 ZJ nd EVE OF THE SECOND MILLENIUM DONNABYTHEWAY �The smoke filtering through the doorway takes my mind back to past entrapments. Remembering. My eyes are covered with the blinders of the past. I have spent too much time in the old caverns of my mind,looking for what to do next. But the future holds not even enough to conjure an image of togetherness. I know that image was here, I'm absolutely SURE it was... I don't know where it went. I never will,I guess? 24 Damn,it'sback. Ican't stand this. This blinding pain that keeps catching uP with rne. WHY...why can't it staY where it was...in the Past! Fuck, here...blackness ...in through the rnurky fog it floats...love, lust, needs, men, all the dancing images of eternal mastering ideas. Over...light seePs back in...as he roils over to kiss me before getting out of bed. TARAH TRIVELPIECE �I _ ___ LAZURUS AND THE BUTCHER BERNIE KOVACS Walking home through the poorly lit city streets. dodging traffic andmuggers.Lazurus felt thehairon thenape of his neckstaudou eud, almostas if someonehadrun a small electric current through his systein. Every part of his body tingling. He sucked in a deep breath and looked around. Nothing. No scents tickled his hypersensitive nostrils. no was betbre Lazurus, hands deep in the pockets of his blackieatts. "Johnathan!" Lazurus staggered back as ifhit by a physical blow, eyes wide with horror. Everything else suddenly faded as he bumped against a garbage dumpster. His bottom lip quivered with fear as he looked into the forbidding almost yellow eyes of his adversary. He was a sly looking man with eyes of pale amber. human sweat ran across his taste buds. No thing breathed in ravett's plumage, was slicked back to reveal a long scar that ran from just above his leti eyebrow to His hair, the color of the small alley in which he uow stood. Out there, he thought, was something unheard, somethiug uuseelt. aud unsceuted; somethittg violent and base. He could feel primal urges boiling like bile in his throat. As his head began to throb with the blood of a dead man, he a the left corner of his forehead. The long puckered wound was pale pink, a contrast to his almost marble like skitt. It had the same creamy white pigment as Lazurus' own flesh, but a vomit. Lazarus leatted against the sticky brick wall and coughed once to break the silence seemed somehow more rigid. surrounding him. aud points. The man's eyes were set deep irt his gaunt face felt as though he might His face was like that of a wolf, a picture of angles and his cheeks were sunkeu. He had ouly olle large thick Something was wroug here. He scamed the alley tbr a second time. his eyes cutting through its dark bowel as easily as a cat's. His eyebrow that was now forked in a V, giving his akeady malevolent looking face a more wicked cast. A large white stomach was churning ald he felt dizzy. What could make mouth encased pearly white teeth. him feel like this'l He t'elt the thirst. red hot in this throat. a beast ready to take control of the mortal coil. "Jesus." he muttered. his face flushing with artother man's blood. Something out there was tryiltg to etuage him. send him overthe edge. Theurge to goberserkwas so strong. He wore plain blackieals and a bedraggled pair of Reeboks. His well muscled chest was visible berteath the tight grey t-shirt he wore. A chain with an analchy symbol dangled frorn his ueck. And when he smiled he looked like the devil himself made flesh, pure spite and malice. Yet he him. He was dark as lip to restrain himself. As he released his lower lip with a growl, blood arched through the air. His canines stood crimson in his had a certain beauty aud charm about mouth. far longer than those of a nomal man. They glearned the moon. and his tongue resounding. When he spoke his eyes seemed to bore evetl luilher inlo Lazurus' being. licked the blood they had released as they elongated. He was ready to explode. Every uerve in his body was tingling as if Lazurus stood up against the dumpster for a few seconds, stunued. His jaw worked tiantically but without he had to bite his a wicked tlre. ivory in the half light of night, and just as beautitul-a geuuitte incarnatiotl of sin. "Hello, Lazurus," he said, his voice deep and The blood was coming close to the surface as he e1lect. He closed his eyes tightly and thert opened them again, started to sweat. He sarv stars explode betbre his eyes as he hoping to dispel the illusion betbre hirn, but Johttathan was strovetofightoff the hunger. He wasravenous with thirst. his still there. ou Then Lazurus acted. throat buruiug white hot. "Stop it." he choked. Lazurus fell to his knees in the "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Lazurus howled. his slime covered alley and cupped his hand over his face. Sweat every fiber shahing with rage. The man who had toru dowu was brealiiug out in l'reads all over his body, a sticky crimsoll. his soul uow stood befbre him. smilirtg like a coyote. Lazurus He let out a dull moan and pulled himself to his planted his feet firmly and f'elt a sharp pain explode in his 1'eet. eyes fingers as claws sprouted from unforgiving flesh. "You closed. He heard a cau clatter off the wall beside him and opened his eyes. The hunger suddenly fled with the speed of bastard." he groaned. eyes gleaming red in the half light. As he spoke his accent grew more prorloullced. "I'll Hermes. A mau of husky build and medium height stood have thy head," Lazurus snarled. He watched blood spurt from his ellemy's rrouth attd hands as he 25 �lollou,ccl. He scaicd the shccr drop like att ittscct. clarvs attd popped his claws and readied his teeth. "Corne and get it. coward." Johttathan auswered in deep accented English. toes l'inding ninute crcvices to lirrcc hirll uprvarils. Hc reachcd the top of the large building itt sccorlds. Iu a secoud Lazurus covered the twenty foot gap between them with a one tboted leap. He hit his rival like a bullet. hissing like a jungle cat. His cy'es spottcd the llccing form of Johnltthan as soolr us he climbed ovcr the ledgc. Lelrping to his t'eet' hc sar.'c chase. Lazurus' Iithe lbnu molcd *'itlt the grlcc of a biril. jurriping ob.iects that laf in his path. Hc lbllou'cd the The man in black rolled with the attack and regained Darrined llialt over a thirti' foot spacc beltl cctr buildings and Lazurus did. his footing with speed that belonged only to the Damned. kept aftcr him. blood stl'ctlniltg lt'orll all pcltes. As he raced. Lazul'us lemplcs \\'el'e harr mering. He "Thou art still the fool I left thee. boy." Johttathan growled. coming in with his own attack. Lazurus ducked the swipe and heud claws kiss off the stotle. Lazurus hit the alr-nost reachctl Johna(hatt. Lazurus rl'as bltrcly thrce shorter mau hard itt the stomach with his shoulder and knocked him into the opposite wall with a crack of bone attd plurrrnctecl ten stories to the cold. hard sideu'alk belorv. Lazurus cursed hiniself as his lacc lregan to rekrtit. brick. He scrapped his ori,n bod)' fl'or"n thc ttorr' scltrlet sideu'alk and Blood ran out of Johnathan's mouth as his spine disirltegrated. As the spine quickly healed. Johnathan drove scarched thc rotil'lops tbr ltrtl' sigrl of his l'lceing adverslrt. He let out a roar as the rcalization that hc hail lost Johnathan a powerful blow iuto the body of the blond haired warrior. set Lazurus f'elltoall lours androlled out of the way of ablow that 26 1-eet behind the bastard u,hen he rniscltlculatcci a jurrlp atid in.'He stoocl in thc lagged rertlains olhis clothes' horvling like a Iunatic. Corninc pairtl'uily'to his scllse. hc tled li'otr thc would have brokeu his back like a trvig. Lazurus came back at the dark clad warrior like a buzzsarv of tooth and clarv. They hit each other like two cats. sccne to his honte. hissing aud sttarlittg. Blood artd cloth f'lew as their teeth and hrs clarvs licked at each other's f'lesh. his trancc-like statc. Lazurus took a l'erv scconds lo -set his bcarings bclbre he glabbed thc phollc lhlrtt thc ertd table anil Lazurus retnoved his eltemy's side with a swipe that would have cut a lllortal in half. yet received a like blorv irt Lazurus sat thcre il) his fhvor itc arlnchlir" pxlnclering painful tcn stor)'ilrttp ri'hctt the pltorlc rartg. Stutlccl fiorrl placcd it to his cru. "Hello kind. The dark wamior f'ell back bleeding from a plethora of wounds. Lazurus $ras stl'eaked in blood. his head burning. vision red. All he could see was the matt who had tont his lif'e to shreds. He had to destroy him. Lazurus carne back with a high kick. Johnathan easily panied the blo*,and threw his owtt low sweeping kick at the blood covered warrior. Lazurus jurnped the lightning fast kick and drove L:,tl l" . "Yes." "It's K1'1c." "What's wrclng'?" Lazurus' l.rlou'knitled. Hc checkcd the clockon thc *'all. It w'lts ottlv half arl hourllefore sutirise. He u'as surprised K1'lc *'as ttttt lth'eadl' ltsleep. "We 'r'e got a big proble tll." Kvlc saici. "l ktlou'."' his knee into his oppoltent's head rvith a reassurirtg crack ol bone. The lnau staggeled back and came in again. blood "You do'1" Kr'le soundecl stutlecl. "Yes." streaming tiom his shattered fbrehead. Lazurus blocked the "Who tolci 1'ou'1" Kl'lc's voicc gre*' lllore ller\'ous. left punch and ducked a right that shattered the wall behind hirn. They were getting trowhere. They could tear illto each other all night without end. neither doing the other auy real damage. They were evenly matched. Lazurus sarv the same thought ill his creator's eyes knew that the man meallt to escape. Lazurus ripped the and remains of the man's shirt from hirn with a swipe of inch long talous to lbrce the Damtted man back. But Johnathall was gone. Lazurus' keeu eyes tbllowed the man's path up the wall. Realizing that he would escape into the night. Lazurus Luzurus didn't likc it. "Noonc. I sa*'Jr.lhnathlttr tnr,se lf." Lazurus skiprpcd over thc tlay. in the allcl'. "Johnathan's here'l I didn't knort'1" "what u,ere y'0u tllking almut thell':)" Lazurus askcd. lheadv atl.aid the AIls\\'er u'ould be sollletllill-c \\'orse . "Sorncone is out therc killinu the Darnned." It u as. �Gnacr The absolute balance of zero like an egg rolling end over end on a high wire or the slinky-like cascade of a dream not falling but rising on the wings of a thousand mile-high butterflies at any moment there is a flower sucking up the sky c7 moon whose stillness resounds in stillness Iike the skeleton of an unknown pianist left marveling at the keys a and all the words any man ever said however small worlds themselves blindiy speeding through the cosmos undisturbed BILL RASMOVTCZ lJl �LoosExuo Mute morning air hums deep in content contemplation. Beyond the window's reflection, th6 sketch of a new Sunday is slowly painted in. My coffe.e mug, wrapped warm ln my grlp/ oursed to mv lips, ieleases tendrili of steam to unfurl drifting moments to the ceiling... curled in our disheveled sheets, you sleep. ED MCGINNIS 28 It's days like this I remember you. Not the deeply imbedded parts of you inside my lining but your laugh, the thickness of your hair, how you ruffled your jacket against the cold and slid behind the steering wheel. Cold day cloudy day perfect for keeping your body here in my head Never enough I crack you to crawl inside and breathe air and blood you never realized you had. MARISARAE �THn Pnrzn Irusmr THr CBnBar Box KAREN RUDUSKI The sun burned bright on a mid-summer day in July. It was Bobby's turn for lunch. He left his cool home on the top of the Hill and descended in search of a meal. Nature sheltered him from the intense heat of the sun, cooling the grass and flowers. He climbed to the tallest point looking desperately for food. Sadly he found everything around him to be vacant, except... Across the Black-land was a feast to last the entire year. So he was on his way. Bobby ran and skipped, walking quickly when he was tired. Meeting the edge of the Black-land, Bobby halted. In the back of his mind Bobby heard the warnings of dangers of death. He started in retreat obediently, but turned quickly in youthful rebellion to finish his duty. Placing one foot into the Black-land, Bobby wondered if he would make it. He tried to ignore his fear. He was young, energetic, and indestructible. He knew he would be the bravest boy when he returned home with this feast. He would bring a small cobblestone for proof of his journey, to show when he related the story in his older days. He would have done it once, and once was just enough. The burning ground made him scurry across the land, using ditches and boulders to hide. In the distance he could see the edge to the other, safer side, the side that would serve for his incr,edible food supply, and in turn define his reputation as the bravest and most generous boy from the Hill. He spotted his meal nestled between grass blades, concealed by nature, but identifiable from his direction. He approached the area alert for possible harm and directed his movements toward the feast. He reached it. He struggled rvith the great weight of the food. Wobbling once or twice and then balancing himself, he set out for home. The bundle on his back was heavy and he knew he would havJto walk directly through the Black-land instead of hiding as he did in his first passage. Bobby remembered no problems before so he felt no fear. He began walking steadily across, looking intensely for a cobblestone all the way, finding none small enough for him with the enormous bundle he already carried. Looking down he saw shadows that were massive and engulfing, falling in from overhead. As he went to look for their origin, he became distracted by the perfect cobblestone. He slowed and stopped to pick it up. After rebalancing himself a second time, he went to continue. Noticing the intensified heat, Bobby felt extremely warm. He threw his concerns aside, attributing his discomfort to a iong restless journey. It didn't matter now, Bobby could see the edge of home and soon would be there with his impressive food supply. His travel story would make him a hero and his name would be remembered forever. He was almost home. He felt hot and tired, more so than before. Keep going. The intensity kept getting greater, his body fighting to release the heat. But it was not releasing it fast enough. Almost there. Bobby felt dizzy. Just a little farther. The sun's rays seemed to be directed entirely on him, strengthening in impact with each passing moment. Bobby burst into flames, his ashes blending into the Black-land. Erik's mother yelled from the house, "What did I tell you about settirtg sttts ort t'ire roith that nmgrit'ying glnss?" 29 �"BEsr Davtru Popconx I EvBn ArE" Scary, the moment fades quickly we forget the intensity I thought, perhaps, glimpses of security lay in your arms. drifting away forgetting to wish to forget my stomach refuses to accept & *y jaw aches remembering. SUSAN KOVALESKI 30 that sweatshirt of yours that wound around my bedpost that morning swirls and churns with my linen trousers submerging twisting washing machine lust I have you rvoven in my net of shells my thin painting shirt is caught in your mangle of sleeves and my red silk panties bleed and stain you. I can't help but laugh and yet mourn for your pink tangled armor. MARISARAE �THE NIGHTMARE DEIRDRE SWINDEN I woke to swollen fingers and sweaty fridge for something to munch on. A11 that eyelashes. My heart was pounding faster than spoke to me was the leftover macaroni and I could focus. I finally managed to find my cheese voice and scream. into the microwave. I wandered over to the fifth floorwindow and glanced at the sleeping "It's alright, only a dream,,, I breathed, "only a from dinner. I took it out and stuffed it dream." And that's all it was, though city below. New York never looked as my nose seemed to think it could still smell the frightening at three-thirty in the morning disgusting tendrils drifting up the stairs and did at rush hour. Just the sleeping tights of a city that someone said didn't sleep. I was into my apartment. My lungs still felt the as it constricting grasp of the smoky fingers they beginning to think they were right. I sure as had inhaled. My hair still existed, but I put a heII couldn't. The street was empty except for hand to my head to check anyway. I always the cars parked along the curb. Not a soul in did. And I always would. sight. A few hours and it would be safe to go for a walk. Safe, that was a term I didn,t 31 A yipe from across the room drew my reserve for New York. Funny, at the worst attention. In the battle with my sheets my possible hours, the city always looked the puppy had lost and he was only a third party. sanest. I was surprised he still slept in my bed. This was the fifth time I had 'nVell Jinx, maybe it's time we told tossed him off this someone about this? Maybe Mom, or Jackie, week, and it was only Thursday. Correction, although Jackie would just tell me I was losing judging by the clock it was Friday. my marbles and driving her up the wall with "Come here baby. I'm sorry Jinx. Did I scare you? I gotta cutthat outdon,tl? If Ikick allmy talk about dreams and never of men. I still love him, and that seems to mean to her you out, what am I gonna do when Michael that she has to gethim off mymind. Dragging finally gets his butt across the country, huh?,, me to bars all the time in search of the perfect Jinx crept over and whimpered softly. He hunk-o-manhood. /! ' snuggled up to my leg, but didn,t get Slurp and Jinx licked my cheek. comfortable. He knew my nightmare ritual of "I don'tthink she should either. Maybe going to the kitchen to find something to eat. Once in the kitchen,I fished around the I shouldn't love him, after all, he is in California." �Beep and the macaroni was ready. waste of the money to get there' dream city. "I think if I don't stop having Mike used to warn me about cities. Until nightmares I'm going to be one very fat, very now I had never believed him. lonely woman." "Honey, it is Friday night...What if Mike Jinx barked. calIs..." "Thanks, thanks a lot. Come on, back She cut me off. to the pool." "Ladies night and the drinks are half- I'll see you at eight- and you best be I checked the clock before I climbed in price! to the soaked sheets. 3:45. Always the same. lookin' good sweetheart." She turned and Up at 3:00, back in bed at 3:45. I sighed heavily strutted down the hall. and closed my eyes to lay wide awake for the "Alright, alright. I'11be an alcoholic by three hours until my alarm sounded a new the time I find a man but what the hell, it's morning. coo1." "Oooo yeah. We is partyin' TO"Say what? Honey-girl, you have NIGHT!" Jackie hollered and laughed and finally lost your marbles." Jackie turned her then ducked into her office. I stifled a smile 32 brown eyes in my direction. "I knew you'd say that." and whirled on my heel to return to my own rathole in New York's advertising business. "Girlfriend, you have got to stop Not much, but an office and some money dreaming 'bout fires and start makin' some seemed pretty big with some incredibly gorgeous hunk-o- to a small town girl like myself. manhood. We gotta git us to a bar tonight. And a small town girl I was. I had Forget that moron in California, he ain't ever never seen the airport before the day Michael gonna git his ass out here to see ya." put me on the plane bound for New York. I Much as she tried, Jackie simply remembered that day perfectly. His hands on couldn't convert to New York black from my head as he promised he'd come visit. "I'll be there, honest, honey. We'lI be Georgia black. Maybe that's why we were friends. We were both a bit lost in a city as big fine, don't even worry. Jinx'll be there with as New York. Two small town sweethearts you. Remember when we got him?" I had who had come looking to make it big in the smiled at that memory. The day we had city they called New York. Though I was from gotten the two room house in the woods. the mid-west,Jackie and I had somehow found each other like magnets in the 'fly-infested Michael hadreturned home with the labrador puP. �"So we don't jinx the house against the 'pitter-patter of little walls. So I had to make rny bed if I r,vas ha'u,ing ," he'd smiled. We'd company. I didn't mind. But it was nothing called him Jinx ever since. A tear had rolled like the house. It didn't have the cozy feel of dorvn rny cheek at that one and Michael the trvo rooln shack Michael and I had spent brushed it aside rvith his thurnb. all our money on, all our time on. And it feet' "Baby,I don't want you to go just as much as you don't, but rve need the money. gone. A11 of r.vas it. Burntto the groundin the salne fire that consumed my dreams. Maybe even After the fire..." I had shuddered in the past, me if I hadn't heard Jinx whimpering. But it just as I shuddered at the mernory. was the past. All the past. "Michael, rvhy can't i get a job here. I want to stay, please..." I "Iir.xt" I yelled and he jumped from my had begged. He pillorv to greet me. shushed rne rvith a finger. The fire had started in the kitchen and "No. We talked aboutit allbefore. This quickly spread to the living room area. I had is best. When I'm back on my feet we'1l be been outside, getting rnrood for the fire. together again. I prornise." Someholv the soup boiled away, maybe I had "Hour long?" spent to much time playing fetch r.vith Jinx. "Ilorze you," he'd whispered and kissed We had returned to the house and I rvas about me. "And no rnore bad dreams, okay?" to open the door r.t hen Jinx stepped back and I had nodded. barked. I had watched him. He sniffed the air "I love you too," and I r.vas back in the and barkecl again. My hand hovered above present saying the sarne r.vords to the ernpty the doorknob. I shook my head and turned air. I shook the rnernory from my rrierv and set back to the door. "Crazy n1utt," back to r.vork. I remember saying. I dropped the wood. I might have... At firre I rvalked frorn my building to The blast from the door knocked rne off rny my rvarehouse apartment. It rvas roomy and cheap and it r.vas actually in a decent feet and threnr rne clear of the house as it folded like a piece of origami. neighborhood. The living/dining/kitchen/ I shuddered and scratched rvork area all ran together with rvood floor the hiding under a ferv throrv rugs. I bounded up linx behind ears. "I'm going out tonight baby. I'll be the spiral staircase that led to the bedroom/ back to have my nightly fight with the covers bathroom. The bathroom and throw you off the bed. If Michael calls you r-La a*^-r*^-r 1Lar r,vas the only part of .i.^ l.ifi^-^.^r JJ �dog barked happily and I scratched his ears. "linxr." Before long it became a wrestling match and A yipe. soon after time to go. "Where are you?" I stumbled out of bed. I hit the light I stumbled into my room at about two. Drunk as "Shit," I muttered and stupidly flicked could be. "Jit'txs?" barked. I slurred switch and was plagued with further darkness. and somewhere he the switch a few more times. I stumbled toward the stairs. "Come'ereboyr." He bounded downstairs but didn't And missed the first step. j,rmp on me as he normally did. 'nVas wron Jinxs? Sumpin' wron bay- I remembered the nightmare on the way down. In all its awesome power, the BEE?" dream had never been so real. The He barked. fall. The "Oh, well, you prolly try to tell me fire. The screaming, the whimpering. All real. Mike called n I dun care." everything as clearly as the dream I had just finished viewing. Just before my head hit the floor I saw my nightmare. The out face down on my bed. Jinx sat next to the door of the floor engulfed in a screen of smoke so thick it apartment, sniffing the air cautiously and Iooked like fog. And the flames that would I j4 I saw found my way up the stairs and passed soon judge the door good enough to devour. whimpering softly. And my puppy. Whimpering. Whimpering. I woke sweating pure alcohol. If I wasn't careful I would catch on fire. My Whimpering as the fake sunlight showed him my lifeless body, passed out on drunken mind was slower to focus tonight the floor. Whimpering as the hair on my head and quicker to be afraid. And the smell of began to burn away and the skin on my face smoke seemed to linger longer then had. Then it hit me. I was hot. Not just nightmare hot. I mean lzof. "Jirtx?" I called into the dark. Whimpering. it ever start to boil. And that was all. I usually woke up at that point. Only I met and married the hard wood'floor before I could this time, I didn't have a choice. realize it wasn't a dream. And it never would be again. �A Brrrrn Wolrax If you licked her tears If you licked her face her dry smooth arms her wet pungent crotch You could taste it It oozes from her pores It purrs from her skin It drips without a sound from her hair from her nose when she has a cold from her mouth when she is sleeping It puddles around her feet on her pillow on her windowsills like condensation It grows wildly exponentially with every passing day It leaks from her laughter from her silent solitary orgasms from her cactus her cooking her cracked uneven kitchen floor her vacuum her shadow her prayers. KAREI{ ZIAGOS J) �THE CoivrsssroN Or A DnUcHTER Or CaIx SUSAN KOVALESKI After your soliloquy, I say to you: "I will always be lonely." Spring equals romance equals bullshit, bullshit, bultshit. "The holy trinity blesses no union with me. I follow the i6 rhythmical patterns of love's false promises, unable to change, just as the rain shattering on the metal hood of the car cannot control it's course." "You owe me no apologies. You could not control your part in my destiny for it was your destiny, too. I will not cry for what I knew we never had. No one loves a loser, and I lost the game long ago....." Music plays in the silence between us, "All I rvanna do is have some fun..." whines Sheryl Crow. You ponder my apparent self-loathing and apathy. There is no other way to express what is reality for me. You are not the first to say those words. There is an honor of brotherhood in refusing to iove me. "I won't tell you that you're the only one..." I tell no friend my heart's secret,I never learned the fragile language of trust. Without trust there is no love. Secrets aren't kept by hearts that love. Misery and silence have been ordained my confidants. Beauty, intelligence, and wit engulf me in your presence; obesity, disfigurement, insanity whisper behind my back. Curiosity kisses in moments of fleeting passion. Reality kisses me goodbye... The veins rvithin you pound with the steady rhythms of love's instrument. My arms ache. "One last time before it's over. One last time and then the end," you beg, not waiting for a response, not noticing the realization on my face. Your lips caress mine into an unwilling response to their demands. You engulf yourself in your final taste of me,I watch us intertwine from a distance. A voyeur to our last act, your last insult for me. You finish first leaving me behind in your wake, as alr,vays, I hunger for more but your veins have ceased throbbing. I force my hand'to touch yolt, yolrr throat, trace your jaw, brush the sweat from your temple. I pull you back to me, tilting your throat to my lips. I taste the sweet saltiness of your throat, your blood seeping between my teeth. But these lips still drink wine and I have not the stomach to contain your life, yet it satisfies the hunger lingering within me. "Goodbye sr,veet innocence," I whisper to you, to me. The blade slices the jugular my teeth could not. I hold you as the life and warmth drain from within your shell, turning the powder blue seats crimson. I rvatch over you until the spirit tells me to move on. Going forth into life. Stepping out of the car and into the rain, leaving behind your cooling, stiffening, rotting body. I walk, rvalk, rvalk, until I find myself at the master's door. I enter aware I am not welcome at his table. Hiding in a closet knorving it r.vill be years before penance is over, years before life is over, and the torch is passed back, yet the fire has been ignited rvithin me, grorving with each step. Opening the window searching for the light. "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been a lifetime since my'last confession." �F IANUARY FIVE 9 FIVE Enveloped in the sea of mist as each drop melts onto every object and seeing is not believing when two white eyes emerge slowly as you approach revealing a phantom engine muffled and drowning in the sea striving to get out as it plods forward suffocating in the flood and you stop safe than - better sorry she said but they come backways, frontways, sideways, cattycorner still, tired, hot and short of breath before accepting their place in the sea TIM WILLIAMS J/ �Bunnr Gnouxp 38 Clouds huddie on horizons preparing for fury with ominous electrifying silence. Shattered by the collision of wills tumbling Amid thunderous confusion music emerges skin glistening sweet shrill pain ground down to drudge depths of the soul sweating bleeding all past tears pool into open graves. leaving behind abandonment old baseball bats bloody syringes lovers still cling the false screaming for nudity within & without burning eyes to the begging go beyond surface tension dive into liquid pain baptized in reality salvation comes on the heels of the storm. SUSAN KOVALESKI �I Rarru Suowrn Drip Drop Drop Drip Drop Drip Drip Drop Drop DripDripDrip Drop CIean Crisp Cool Rain { a u p I o a I n d m h v e 39 S Run Skip u mp S P H L L P A A S I'm soaked Who cares PATTYPUERLING H �Npnrpn Rapidly rising ibove me on the staircase oulline me up the staircase i try to"find the face in your yellow cascade, but each step screams under me like the straining high dive plank I hurtle off Weightless we float over three Iast steps, Iaughter drops out our lips. 49 Behind your white skinned door still perfume fills inhalations sharp breaths of after rain scents. My eyes feel,your fingers soueaK on the loud'rush of bathtub water, to test its texture meticulous nails disappear under racing white. Suddenly! vou are part of the room in intimhte familiar fixture, your scene should not include me, I could push away, push o*uy righf now, before being caught like a water drop tossed gasping on to some hard, flat sun warm rock. But black fingers roll around me snuff every sound around the city and an eniptiness splashes insidei your house, fills every corner with lack of presence, extinguidhes everything except this room. This room is wet with steam and my clothes cling close and th"e white walls-are close and everything is so close there is no room in this room until your eyes prerce my eyes, hook my skult, oull me back where wide oceans lull. Alazy rain, your eyes drift down. Your first blouse button slips out of its eyelet, a bright silver coin sinking deep into a sifk blue pool plunk. plunk. plunk. plunk. I reflect your undressing watch you watch ine watch vou strippinq a loie weath^ered sand, pale andtan, smoothed ^ neck byshoulders the rvind. breasts bellv thighs one leg enters the bath water, steam flows up your body you kneel water glistens your light curls I enter your element submerge in heat as an antient wave draws way uP to spill its shadow on me one suspended instant before you crash into my chest to suck down our SCNSCS. ED MCGINNIS �WIlrBs UNrvrnsrrY Mmruscnrrr � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource Anyone can read or obtain copies of any of the material for research purposes, but if the researcher wants to quote from the materials, they will need to obtain copyright permission from the <a href="https://www.wilkes.edu/academics/colleges/arts-humanities-social-sciences/humanities/manuscript/index.aspx">Wilkes University Manuscript Society.</a> Type The nature or genre of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript: Literary Magazine is arranged chronologically. The series ranges from 1947 – present. The magazine is currently published in the Spring only, but has previously been published seasonally, each semester. The series also includes a folder with supplemental materials from the Manuscript Film Society in the 1970s. The folders include a date range which may hold more than one issue of the magazine. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring 2000 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/6a0f5e2495e351b4ff1cdf25f73184cf.pdf 042b729ad9543603e725b27362b0a1d0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. Currently, the student-led editorial staff publishes one issue per year, and copies are complimentary. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Wilkes Manuscript Society Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDFs Language A language of the resource English Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant 1947-2020 Description An account of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript is a student-run literary magazine, published by the Manuscript Society since 1947. It is currently published once a year. Individuals may submit creative fiction, creative nonfiction/short personal essays, poetry, photography, drawings, paintings, digital art, and music compositions. Submissions are open to all Wilkes University students, faculty, staff, and alumni. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource Anyone can read or obtain copies of any of the material for research purposes, but if the researcher wants to quote from the materials, they will need to obtain copyright permission from the <a href="https://www.wilkes.edu/academics/colleges/arts-humanities-social-sciences/humanities/manuscript/index.aspx">Wilkes University Manuscript Society.</a> Type The nature or genre of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript: Literary Magazine is arranged chronologically. The series ranges from 1947 – present. The magazine is currently published in the Spring only, but has previously been published seasonally, each semester. The series also includes a folder with supplemental materials from the Manuscript Film Society in the 1970s. The folders include a date range which may hold more than one issue of the magazine. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring 2001 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/3ef4fe2896b25b16c0b465a2cf0df69e.pdf a23c0e5f581dc7e1c4bf27550b1e1195 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript: Literary Magazine, 1947-present Subject The topic of the resource The Manuscript Society of Wilkes University has been publishing its creative written and visual art magazine, Manuscript, continuously since 1947. Currently, the student-led editorial staff publishes one issue per year, and copies are complimentary. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Wilkes Manuscript Society Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDFs Language A language of the resource English Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant 1947-2020 Description An account of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript is a student-run literary magazine, published by the Manuscript Society since 1947. It is currently published once a year. Individuals may submit creative fiction, creative nonfiction/short personal essays, poetry, photography, drawings, paintings, digital art, and music compositions. Submissions are open to all Wilkes University students, faculty, staff, and alumni. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource Anyone can read or obtain copies of any of the material for research purposes, but if the researcher wants to quote from the materials, they will need to obtain copyright permission from the <a href="https://www.wilkes.edu/academics/colleges/arts-humanities-social-sciences/humanities/manuscript/index.aspx">Wilkes University Manuscript Society.</a> Type The nature or genre of the resource The Wilkes University Manuscript: Literary Magazine is arranged chronologically. The series ranges from 1947 – present. The magazine is currently published in the Spring only, but has previously been published seasonally, each semester. The series also includes a folder with supplemental materials from the Manuscript Film Society in the 1970s. The folders include a date range which may hold more than one issue of the magazine. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wilkes Manuscript, Spring 2002