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Lesley University DigitalCommons@Lesley Commonthought Lesley University Student Publications Spring 2001 Commonthought Vol.III (2001) Commonthought Staff Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.lesley.edu/commonthought Part of the Illustration Commons, Photography Commons, and the Poetry Commons Recommended Citation Commonthought Staff, "Commonthought Vol.III (2001)" (2001). Commonthought. 18. https://digitalcommons.lesley.edu/commonthought/18 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Lesley University Student Publications at DigitalCommons@Lesley. It has been accepted for inclusion in Commonthought by an authorized administrator of DigitalCommons@Lesley. For more information, please contact [email protected]. 2001 2001 The magazine of the arts at Lesley University Volume III, Spring 2001 H e a t h e r B o s t o n Celeste Cote Meta Ann Cushing Laura Famsworth Korey Goldenberg Amanda Hoag Maija Meadows Sarah Metelman Rachael Perkins Stephanie Petrolito Sara Randall Caitlin Shea Shaylaya Smoot Meisha Snoddy Chantel Wyllie Dr. Anne Elezabeth Pluto Caitlin Shea Carolyn Popejoy 1 2007 March 2001 Gentle Reader: After several weeks of intense searching for the ideal magazine we would like to thaiik all those who contributed time, work, and effort to the Spring 2001 edition of Comnionthoiight. Beginning with only our submissions, over the past six weeks we eventually came to sift through over sixty poems, short stories and artwork. Selecting pieces for publication was very trying because there were so many submissions that we wanted to include. We hope that our editing has come up with an excellent array of common thoughts. During the time spent reviewing the submissions, we as a board fomid ourselves intrigued and emotionally touched through the power of the Lesley communit}^'s pen. We reveled in the time spent and truly hope that you will find as much pleasure in reading this collection as we fomid by working on it. T l i e e d i t o r i a l b o a r d w o u l d l i k e t o t h a n k a l l t h e i n d i viduals who sent us their work. Our gratitude to Dr. Chris tine Evans, program director for Humanities, Dean Gail Carney of the Women's College, and our teacher and advi sor, Dr. Aime E. Pluto, who started this magazine 14 years ago. We close by sharing our thought that it is essential that as individuals we continue to share our stories with e a c h o t h e r a n d t h e w o r l d . Sincerely, Hie Editorial Board 2 2001 Contents P-o^tr^ 5 W r i t e r ' s B l o c k Alicia Gregoire 6 Breathe Celeste Cote 7 June Afternoon Y e l l a B o u c h e r 8 G o d ' s W o m e n Riccardo Gemelli The Human Vow Riccardo Gemelli 9 Rain Erin Mahoney 10 The Reason Why Ericka Berard S u l m a M u j o 11 Prozac High Aurora Joseph 12 Sometimes... Tara Skurtu 13 Remembrances Rachael Perkins 14 f o r L i n d a Amie Elezabeth Pluto 15 The last echo Khadeja Mousa 17 Out Let Danny Waps 18 Lover's Fight Valkore 19 Voodoo Spell 24 Meia Snoddy 22 Roller Coaster S a r a h M e h l m a n 23 Anna Alona Liebowitz 24 Courage Anonymous 25 My Best Friends Chantel Nicole Wyllie 33 What Could Have Been Ericka Berard 34 GPJ Dana Tunick 35 Moon over Cuba Meta Ann Gushing 36 The Sky Nora Menzi 38 Star Stephanie Petrolito 3 2.001 3 9 C h r y s a l i s A m a n d a J . H o a g 4 0 D e e p e r i n t o O b l i v i o n H e a t h e r B o s t o n 49 A Feeling of Lonliness and Emptiness Laura Farnsworth 50 Untitled Reasha Rieves 51 Trapped Ali Fisliman 55 Barbie Maija Meadows 56 Transcend Caitlin Shea 16 Fairview Shaylaya Smoot 27 Embracing the Snake Jeanne Gilchrist 41 The Breakup Sara Faith Randall 52 Untitled Laura"Deetle"Nelson 5 6 H e r S e a r c h A n o n y m o u s ^ C o v e r P h o t o R a c h a e l P e r k i n s I n s i d e C o v e r s S t e p h a n i e P e t r o l i t o 4 2001 W r i t e r ' s B l o c k Not knowing what to write Not knowing what to say This happens to me nearly every goddamned day! Frustration level increases As the minutes drip past The blank space on the page Is a pain in my ass! The pressure is on to be witty and gay But how can that be when I got nothing to say? Images come out in a tangled clump Now I know what it means when one is stumped All that comes out is juvenile rhyme And I feel like Fm on Dr. Seuss' time. I want the insanity to stop But how can that be When I'm trying to race the clock. - Ahem GKegome 2001 BneaThe Hearing everything- and all the chaos of machines working people talking, people thinking, and 1 am thinking about the decline of, well hell, I don't even know. I'm just tliinking of how I could get away and play along with the dried leaves in the big wood. Yes, maybe it's possible that the ignorant will learn, the selfish will give, the wise will teach, the rich will help the poor, and I will not think that the sun goes d o w n a t 4 : 3 0 . The wind is cold today. 1 find that it's hard to get out of bed. I want to scamper and not be in some city breathing in the pollution of the unforgiving population, the never ending traffic that crowds this fast paced, empty hearted, urban light. To dissipate into the sky- a breath out of my female mouth ending up somewhere that h a s n o t b e e n t o u c h e d . Like iridescent flakes on the ground or crystal sands that k i s s t h e w a t e r a n d c o n t i n u e endlessly to another shore. -CelesTe Core 6 7.001 i am the jime afternoon, i spread my dazzlmg light across 1000 generations like the sun. i am the june afternoon that embraces you like a mother hugs her 2 year old child, the daughter with the sticky hands and tear-stamed cheeks, i envelop the populace in a dance of soft, gentle wind that dances on foreheads, lingers on arms, barely brushes legs, i am the june after noon, where the monarch butterflies take flight to celebrate all that is right with the world, i am patient like the willow tree; she waits her whole life to become strong and tall and finally achieves her goal, i am the remaining glisten ing morning dew. i am a daisy yawning hello, i am a burst of promise, like freshly cut grass. I am the june aftemoon. - YeLLa BoucheK 7 "2.001 G o d ' s W o m e n Teller by time W a s s a i d t o b e Second And second she was To He She of he came of a rib H i m o f h e r i n a W o m b Know it the Man I s b o t h H e a n d S h e Yet Women of the Earth With manly intent on all Falls M o t h e r i s t h e L a w o f H e r L a b o r The Human Vow The intolerant is housed in fear T h e t o l e r a n t i s h o u s e d In the kingdom of The All Mighty He created us Out of love We can all create Evil Not withstanding beauty Is more rewarding Amen, Amen - Riccflk^o Geo)eLLi 8 2001 Rain And they pounded on my body like it was some rhythmic instru ment that this temple of spirits will produce the music they thrive on. The music I've played so many years for the pleasure of my soul. For the pleasure of the lives that exist within me. I've moved my body with the flowing of my blood. They come down one by one, in-groups, in herds playing their sounds on my face, dripping down, across my eyes I see the lyrics of their song. Their music as crisp as this air I breath in. Their rhythm drumming away onto the ground Like this rhythm in my body, the percussion of my walk, the passion in my blood, the heat in my voice. Swaying my hips to the sound of freedom. The type of freedom where lightening strikes the ground, disrupt ing the reality that exists. The percussion of my steps as they strike this ground like the lightening from my hands.