Literature and the Arts of Northwest Colorado Volume 5, Issue 5, 2013
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Literature and the Arts of Northwest Colorado Volume 5, Issue 5, 2013 Colorado Northwestern Community College Literature and the Arts of Northwest Colorado Volume 5, Issue 5, 2013 EDITOR ART EDITORS Joe Wiley Elizabeth Robinson Denise Wade PRODUCTION/DESIGN COPY EDITOR Denise Wade Lee Stanley ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS The staff of Waving Hands Review thanks the following people: -CNCC President Russell George, his cabinet, the RJCD Board of Trustees, the MCAJCD Board of Control, and the CNCC Marketing Department for continued funding and support -All those who submitted work -All those who encouraged submissions Waving Hands Review, the literature and arts magazine of Colorado Northwestern Community College, seeks to publish exemplary works by emerging and established writers and artists of Northwest Colorado. 6XEPLVVLRQVLQSRHWU\¿FWLRQQRQ¿FWLRQGUDPDSKRWRJUDSK\DQGDUW remain anonymous until a quality-based selection is made. Unsolicited submissions are welcome during the academic year between September 15 and February 15. We accept online submissions only. Please visit the Waving Hands Review website at www.cncc.edu/waving_hands/ for detailed submission guidelines, or go to the CNCC homepage and click on the Waving Hands Review logo. All works Copyright 2013 by individual authors and artists. Volume 5, Issue 5, 2013 Table of Contents Artwork Janele Husband Cover Rippled Rainbow Kathy Simpson 10 Take Off Israel Holloway 11 Edge of the West Carol Wilson 12 What an Adventure! Tammy Dahle 13 Waving Hand Kellie Dippel 33 Fall at South Beach Heather Fross 34 Rusty Wheel Ryan Madsen 35 Lake Havasu Israel Holloway 36 Resting at the Gates Peter Bergmann 37 :LOG¿UH6PRNH\6XQVHW Aaron Myers 38 Life and Death Patti Mosbey 39 Loudy in the Fall Haley Schildgen 40 Through the Wind Clancie Guinn 45 Shortcut's Bridle Patti Mosbey 46 Winter Solitude Margaret Slaugh 47 Checking Out the World Kathy Bassett 48 Free Spirit Janine Rinker 57 Columbines Aaron Myers 58 Michael Whitebird Janele Husband 59 Monument Dinosaur Yuri Chicovsky 60 Estate Sale David Foster 66 Flowers Mel Duran 67 Cliff Palace Robert Byrnes 68 Hidden Treasure Caitlan Bagley 69 Closed Eyes Non-Fiction Stefka White 4 Modern Day Barbarians Kathy Bassett 8 Oooooh! That's Nasty! Andrew Gulliford 14 Butch and the Boys in Brown's Park Mary Hertzog 26 The Great Migration Michael Melneck 27 Dave McNally Charlene Scott 29 Harvest Janet Sheridan 31 Home Improvement Heather Zadra 41 Just Plain Need Poetry Chris Sowers 49 Back Home 51 The Healing of Water David Morris 52 Run-In with an Ex-Student After a University of Wyoming Football Game 54 Bird Brains 55 Desert Song 56 Maybe Next Time I'll Pay Attention to the Weather Reports Leon England 61 Baca County Cowboy Janet Sheridan 62 Sleepless Nights at Sixty 63 My Mother Irons in 1950 Shirley Simpson 64 Horizon 65 Choose David Morris Back What Comes Around Stays Around Cover Editors’ Choice Awards -Artwork: Kellie Dippel for watercolor Fall at South Beach -Non-Fiction: Stefka White for Modern Day Barbarians -Poetry: Chris Sowers The award winner in each category receives a $50 cash prize. Stefka White Modern Day Barbarians 'UHVVHGLQKHUHPEURLGHUHG¿QHU\DQGQLFHERRWV$QDVWDVLD Ivanova Ivanciw daydreamed as she looked at the far blue horizon, wondering, as she had for much of her young life, what lay beyond. Soon, on August 25, 1941, she would be sixteen years old. She won- dered if there was more to life than just working on the farm. Even though she loved school, Anastasia, lovingly nick-named Anna, was forced to quit school in the third grade to help out on the farm. Someone had to help take care of the younger children, and help her PRWKHUZLWKWKHFRRNLQJDQGWKHZRUNLQWKH¿HOGV+HUIDWKHUVDLG that she was smart, and he would continue her education at home. Her life consisted of working on the farm, running errands, attend- ing dances, and going to church. She learned math and practiced reading and writing in her spare time under her father Ivan’s tute- lage. 6KHZDV¿IWHHQ\HDUVROGDQGZKLOHKHUIDWKHUKDGWROGKHUWKDW she didn’t have to marry any of the men who came around asking for her hand, she knew eventually she would. She thought about how little of the world she had seen, and how it would be wonderful to see more of it. A gypsy who had read her palm at the bazaar had told her that she would be living in a land far, far away, and that she would have six children. Her friends had also had their palms read, but none of them got the intriguing prophecy that Anna did. While she didn’t really believe in the reading, it did give her something to think and dream about. Anna smiled as she thought about the gypsy’s prediction. It was a beautiful late spring day in the third week of June as Anna walked along Dubniki Road, so named for the Dubi (Oak) trees which lined it, from her parent’s farm to her church in Otynia. As she neared the Hubert’s farm, she saw three pre-teen boys taunt- ing and harassing the youngest Hubert boy, who was only about seven or eight years old. The boys were pointing sticks at the boy, pretending that they were guns and yelling, “Bang, bang. Die Jew!” Jews and Poles also lived in the western part of the Ukraine. The Huberts were friends of the Iwanciws, and were decent people who often hired the Iwanciws to help them earn a little money. They owned the huge plot of land on the other side of the road. The Allied powers had redrawn the boundaries according to the ethnic groups 4 after World War I, and western Ukraine became a part of Russia. But Poland had stolen the western part while Russia was busy with its Communist Revolution. In 1939, Russia regained the territories the Poles had stolen. Anna sympathized with the little Jewish boy, so she stepped in and told the bigger boys to stop attacking him. The Polish boys were GH¿DQWDQG$QQDUHDOL]HGWKDWWKHHOHYHQDQGWZHOYH\HDUROGER\V were fairly strong, and maybe she had bitten off more than she could FKHZ6KHZDVRQO\¿YHIRRWWZR$ERXWWKDWWLPHWZRIULHQGV walked up to meet her on their way to church. Seeing the older girls greeting Anna, the boys, still sneering and making rude remarks, left. Anna waited until the Hubert boy was safely close to his home. She then joined her friends and they chatted as they walked towards WKHFKXUFK7KH8NUDLQLDQVN\ZDVEOXHWKH¿HOGVZHUHHPHUDOG JUHHQZLWKÀRZHULQJDSSOHDQGSHDUWUHHVDQGP\ULDGVRIZLOGVXQ- ÀRZHU¶VJROGHQKHDGVVZD\HGLQWKHJHQWOHEUHH]HV The girls talked about boys, the latest dance, and even the gypsy at the bazaar. Anna said the gypsy’s prediction was fun, even though it probably wouldn’t come true. Still, being able to see what was behind the blue horizon was a tantalizing thought. They arrived at the Greek Catholic Church, which actually was an Eastern Orthodox Church, where people stood during the ser- vice instead of sitting. The Ukrainians attended the Greek Ortho- dox Church, the Poles attended the Catholic Church, and the Jews, of course, went to the synagogue. Anna was restless, wondering about her future. She was a believer, but something made her mind wander. She told herself to concentrate on the sermon and to stop daydreaming. Part way through the church service, the congregation KHDUGDORXGFRPPRWLRQRIJXQ¿UHDQGVKRXWLQJ:KDWLQWKHZRUOG was going on? The noise was deafening. Everyone rushed outside to the low board fence surrounding the Greek Catholic Church to see a world going mad. People and soldiers were running and shouting, women were screaming, children were crying, and the soldiers kept shooting people. Anna arrived at the fence just in time to see the soldiers of a foreign army and to hear them shouting in a guttural language. As Anna watched in horror, she saw one of the soldiers shouting in DVWUDQJHODQJXDJHDVKHFKDVHGDWHUUL¿HGPDQ$QQDUHFRJQL]HG the man as one of Otynia’s three Jewish doctors. The German was 5 shooting the doctor in the back, and the man fell practically in front RIKHUMXVWDIHZIHHWDZD\7KH*HUPDQVROGLHUZDVQ¶WVDWLV¿HG with bringing the man down. He was extremely angry and pounced on the wounded man and proceeded to jump up and down on him. Anna watched in revulsion as the blood gruesomely spurted out of his body in all directions. Mesmerized by the brutality, Anna couldn’t take her eyes off the dying man and the German, even when the German soldier looked at her and began to raise his gun, taking in the Greek Orthodox Church behind her. Anna could see the XJO\ORRNRQKLVIDFHDVVKHORFNHGH\HVZLWKKLP7KHQVDWLV¿HG that Anna was not Jewish and the Jewish doctor was dead, the Ger- man ran on. 7KHVKRXWVVFUHDPVDQGJXQ¿UHFRQWLQXHG:KRZHUHWKH\ and why had they come here? Anna could not understand why women and children and unarmed ordinary people were being shot and killed. She was sick to her stomach; she threw up until she had the dry heaves. Nobody knew what to do or where to go. Anna decided that no matter what, she wanted to go home, so she and her two friends braved their fears in the chaos and headed for home, hoping they would not be gunned down. On the way out of town, they saw more terror, confusion, VKRXWLQJDQGSHRSOHUXQQLQJ6KHKHDUGJXQ¿UHHYHU\ZKHUHPL[HG with the sounds the guttural language. Trying not to look, she couldn’t avoid the dreadful fact that there were a lot of dead bodies everywhere in their beautiful little town. But they were not soldiers; they were civilians—plain ordinary mothers and fathers and chil- dren and old people. As her two friends reached their homes, Anna ZDVOHIWDORQHWHUUL¿HGWKDWVKHVWLOOKDGWRZDONKRPHDORQJ'XE- niki Road. She didn’t know how many of the cruel foreign soldiers she might encounter. Along the way she saw many more bodies of people she knew who were Jewish, dead in their yards and on the road.