Ursinus College Digital Commons @ Ursinus College The Lantern Literary Magazines Ursinusiana Collection Summer 1995 The Lantern Vol. 62, No. 2, Summer 1995 Jim Maynard Ursinus College Jason Colflesh Ursinus College Christopher Deussing Ursinus College Gene Klose Ursinus College Michael Donohue Ursinus College See next page for additional authors Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.ursinus.edu/lantern Part of the Fiction Commons, Illustration Commons, Nonfiction Commons, and the Poetry Commons Click here to let us know how access to this document benefits oy u. Recommended Citation Maynard, Jim; Colflesh, Jason; Deussing, Christopher; Klose, Gene; Donohue, Michael; Melton, Amy; Sickeri, Jo Anne; Lehr, Alicia; Regelman, Sonny; Suth, Brian; Doris, Joanna; Wordley, Morgan; Bell, Laura; Pettolina, Francis; Bennett, Cerise; Rosenberg, Beth; Mead, Heather; Plitt, Doug; Wirtalla, Christopher; Webb, Sarah; Sabol, Kristen; Miskar, Kristen; Smith, Erec; Gorman, Erin; Barbour, John; and Vida, Scott, "The Lantern Vol. 62, No. 2, Summer 1995" (1995). The Lantern Literary Magazines. 146. https://digitalcommons.ursinus.edu/lantern/146 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Ursinusiana Collection at Digital Commons @ Ursinus College. It has been accepted for inclusion in The Lantern Literary Magazines by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ Ursinus College. For more information, please contact [email protected]. Authors Jim Maynard, Jason Colflesh, Christopher Deussing, Gene Klose, Michael Donohue, Amy Melton, Jo Anne Sickeri, Alicia Lehr, Sonny Regelman, Brian Suth, Joanna Doris, Morgan Wordley, Laura Bell, Francis Pettolina, Cerise Bennett, Beth Rosenberg, Heather Mead, Doug Plitt, Christopher Wirtalla, Sarah Webb, Kristen Sabol, Kristen Miskar, Erec Smith, Erin Gorman, John Barbour, and Scott idV a This book is available at Digital Commons @ Ursinus College: https://digitalcommons.ursinus.edu/lantern/146 Vol. LXII, No.2 Summer, 1995 THE LANTERN Ursinus College Literary Magazine Vol. LXD, No, 2 Summer, 1995 Jim Maynard--In the Season of Grief 3 Victoria Bennison--Artwork 4 Jason Colflesh--Subtleties 5 Christopher Deussing--Crazehaze 6 Gene Klose--Blacksmith 7 Michael Donohue--I Feel Your Weight 8 Amy Melton--L'Amour 11 Jo Anne Sickeri--Sense of You 12 Alicia Lehr--Greed 13 Sonny Regelman--Gender(Rolled) 14 Brian Suth--Soliloquy of a Punter 16 Joanna Doris--Nightmares 17 Morgan Wordley--God is a Frisbee 24 Laura Bell--Cleansing 25 Franky Pettolina--Flat 26 Cerise Bennett--Chemistry of Mind 27 Beth Rosenberg--Louderback 28 Sonny Regelman--Ritual 30 Heather Mead--Rebuilding Mother 31 Doug Plitt--Scott Lomba 33 Christopher Wirtalla--The Acting Bug 36 Jessica Morin--Artwork 37 Sarah Webb--Untitled 38 Kristen Sabol--The Seek 39 Kristen Miskar--Gluttony 40 Doug Plitt--Great South Bay 41 Erec Smith--Archangel 42 Erin Gorman--Suburban Zeus 52 Jim Maynard--Vespers 53 Kristen Sabol--At Change of A-Dress 54 John Barbour--The Hierarchy of Coolness 55 Victoria Bennison--Artwork 59 Heather Mead--The Apology 60 Michael Donohue--I Know it is Evening There 62 Scott Vida--Pride 63 Patrons 64 Editor'S Note The staff congratulates Jim Maynard on his prize winning poem, -In the Season of Grief," Congratulations are also extended to Jen Mintzer who submitted the winning art piece. I have enjoyed working for THE LANTERN. I wish to thank the staff of THE LANTERN, Dr. Thomas Apple, and Dr. Jon Volkmer. Their dedication and patience never ceased to impress me. THE LANTERN Editor Erin Gorman Associate Editor Sonny Regelman Layout Editor Jim Maynard Patron Drive Coordinator Patricia C. Daley Circulation Manager Heather Mead Advisor Jon Volkmer Staff Sophia Artis Matt Caia Elizabeth Cullen Christopher Deussing Erik Ferragut Lauren Newkirk Michael Podgorski Kristen Sabol Lawrence M. Santucci Sruthi Tallapragada Poetry Judge Dr. Thomas Apple JUDGE'S NOTE Finally, after considering a group of poems, a reader prefers one to another, or one among others, from impulses and responses essentially irrational. Not to say that prosodic elements, the technical accomplishment of the poem, play no part, and not to say that the subjects per se plays no part; but rather that the appeal of the words and lines, of the images and ideas, and the order and energy of the poet's vision as a whole works from within itself, and works with a reader's inmost character, that elusive and spiritual 'thing'. I found this judging to be very stimulating and very hard. thank all the poets whose poems I had the privilege to read and reread. And, as one poem among other's, I prefer Min the Season of Grief,· the vision which implicated me most deeply. THE LANTERN 3 In the Season of Grief by Jim Maynard I can see you, father, walking here as a boy, the shaded path along the brook leading to the steps of the wooden bridge, the sound of leaves underfoot measuring time as regular as a heartbeat. I can see you searching for comfort, searching for anything but loss here in this familiar place, the majestic trees like God's autumnal blanket overhead, the soft touch of sunlight and the scent of burning leaves your only connection between present and past, this world and that. Did you cry here when your father died, walking in endless circles of grief? I imagine you, a boy of nine, too young by far to bear your sudden burden, trying to reach forgetfulness by foot, and I wonder if it was here that you learned to lock everything up inside of you, hiding it all in a place I've never found. I see you here today, a man of fifty-two, nothing having changed but the presence of me, your own son, considering now the irony of you having outlived the life of your father and me having outlived the childhood of mine. Though you are not aware, I can see your every detail, everything exactly as I imagine it once was, history repeating itself in a flashback of sorrow. I know that look in your eye, I know what you are searching for. But even under these high-topped trees that which is lost is gone forever; the past never changes--only the shadows do-- and all I want is to answer your unspoken question: yes, for me you have done enough; you have done all that you ever could. .. 4 THE LANTERN THE LANTERN 5 Subtleties by Jason Colflesh The rivulets chase and skip Down the enclosing pane. Grey light moans, and flutters Ponderously over the puddles. Inside, blue-white light Delineates harsh curves On the speaker's face. It pours out words, And they spill On the page . 6 THE LANTERN crazehaze (020595) by Christopher Deusslng cracking assailed voice resembles my psyche these mental abuses i do not like freaky facades formulate faster than light my inner darkness dwarved by snow white eat the mustard, pass the milk regurgitated ideals shrouded in ebony silk shredded screaming grates my mind love waiting in this sleep-deprived line fuzzbuzz-frenzied pennywise the clown frolics in lunacy; smiles turned upside down stellar black roses choke daisies to death jokester's all right--there's no need to fret gaze at the faces of the twelve feelings numbed by frozen rain trying to convey my true caring self failure adds to internal blame erect aroused hair stands on end straight-line thoughts meander around bends must put duct tape over my mouth cannot let these painful rosepetals out wine-tinted wig regenerates fast digging up memories of immature pasts face-to-face with the ugly devil consisting of sticky societal labels cheez-whiz sea of numerous regrets boiling oily-pools of non-bloodlet missing cases of happiness; i feel so alone 5 am; empty reassurance over the phone the churning chaotic cacophony serves as my loving enemy normal reason completely razed by my daze-drenched crazehaze. THE LANTERN 7 Blacksmith by Gene Klose It's past midnight but I cannot possibly sleep. There are places to be, and descriptions to be wrought like horseshoes were, in finer times. That was then. Now, in stables across the country fine blacksmiths ply their trade, while their only interest waits behind the barn, with twisting hair and vacant stares, waiting like a train, to be filled with the action of the next ride. My anvil has its role. But the hill behind the barn holds only rocky, seedless brush. Where do these things come from, anyway? And why aren't you here? I want to show you how these things are shaped. Perhaps I've hit them one too many times, I've lost the feeling in my leg, my heart is doubtless next in line. 8 THE LANTERN I Feel Your Weight by Michael Donohue I come to your dorm room, smelling like fraternity pledges smell. I'm begging a favor and I don't really know you. You are a junior and you made the arm bands for last year's pledge class and they recommended that I come to you for help. You are happy to do it. While you cut out Greek letters from black felt, sew them onto white strips, and attach the elastic bands, you let me nap on your couch. I smell so bad most people won't even let me in their rooms, but you understand and you care, you even give me your blanket. I don't really sleep. I can't keep my eyes off you. You are wearing blue jeans, a white turtleneck, and a kelly green sweater. You are sitting on the floor with needle, thread, and a mug of tea. You are so pretty and wholesome looking and I wish I could find a girl like you for myself. You are seeing my fraternity brother though and I'm happy for you, both of you.