AMPERSAND
WEST LIBERTY UNIVERSITY
2020
SPRING
ISSUE
& About Ampersand
Ampersand was first published in 1980 as a publication of the West Liberty chapter of Sigma Tau Delta, the international English Honor Society. Through the years, it has changed ownership from Sigma Tau Delta to the Department of Humanities and back again. While it is now housed in the College of Liberal Arts, students who wish to submit to and work on the publication can come from any academic program, such as graphic design, history, and, of course, writing.
It is always an opportunity for students to showcase their creativity. Art, whether words or images, speaks to us as humans. We are storytellers by nature and need literature and art to share our perspectives and help us understand our experiences and the world around us. Things like facts, logic, and statistics help us learn about the world; they educate our minds. However, art speaks to something deeper, what it means to be human, what it means to be living in this orld that e re learning about. It helps us find our voice, our place, and find each other. It s important to encourage creative talent, so e don t dro n in facts, so we don t lose that connection ith other human beings.
Many people write and create art as a way to process their experiences in the world around them, and it s an important a to do that. Ho ever, it s also inspiring to share that process with others. It is through literature and art that people learn of other perspectives and learn that the aren t quite as alone as the ma think, that there are others out there e periencing the same things.
Ampersand lets current students at West Liberty University to share their insight and their experiences. This issue allows readers a glimpse at how our students see the world, and we welcome you to experience each smile, each heartbreak, and each brief moment of their lives as you read the pieces presented here.
i Editorial Board
Ashley Cole Catherine Calissie Dylan Parsons Luna Phalen Michaela DeBee Patience Tedrow Taylor Koontz
Faculty Advisors
Dr. Jen Fawkes Dr. William Scott Hanna Nicole Naegele
Ampersand is an undergraduate literary publication of West Liberty University in West Liberty, West Virginia and is hosted by the College of Liberal Arts.
ii Table of Contents Anonymous ...... 1 Mona Lisa ...... 1 Chris Cronin ...... 2 Buried ...... 2 Siara Deem ...... 7 Disregard ...... 7 Eternal ...... 8 I Need a Poem ...... 9 The Mirror Woman ...... 11 Things Interrupted ...... 15 PJ Denard ...... 16 City of Gold ...... 16 Graffiti Me ...... 17 Space Traveler ...... 18 Undaunted Dreamer ...... 19 Justin Hall ...... 20 Untitled ...... 20 Untitled ...... 21 Untitled ...... 22 Untitled ...... 23 Charles Henry...... 24 My Old Friend ...... 24 Waking up ...... 26 T.N. Koontz ...... 35 Broken Like Trodden Snow ...... 35 The Chaste White Dress ...... 36 Crying Out ...... 37 In Dire Need of Real ...... 38 Callie O Neil ...... 39 Fall Blessings ...... 39 Summer Loving ...... 40 Central Park Blues ...... 41 American Beauty ...... 42
iii Dylan Parsons ...... 43 George Bush Goes to a Baseball Game ...... 43 On Che Guevara s Murderer Being Treated for Cataracts B Cuban Doctors ...... 44 Red Rosa ...... 45 Luna Phalen ...... 46 the dread snags at my heart like lilies...... 46 the nerve snap makes me grin real big! ...... 47 a poem about worrying ...... 48 Claire Pittman...... 49 Children of the Stars ...... 49 Whimsy ...... 50 Paige Wallace ...... 51 Dad s Dirt Laundr ...... 51 For PawPaw ...... 53 Tid-Bits ...... 55 Raeann Williams ...... 56 Misplaced Grief ...... 56 Ode to the piano in my 11am lecture ...... 57 Shoes ...... 58 Michelle Yadrick ...... 60 Federman, Michigan ...... 60 Intercepted Letter from Hudson River State ...... 61 Brie-Ann Young ...... 62 Friend s List ...... 62 Light ...... 63 Memory ...... 64 Woman in the Mirror ...... 65 Special Section Dave Thomas Retirement Tribute ...... 67 Matthew J. Smith 1993 ...... 68 Gail Adams 2004 ...... 69 Rachel Wurster 2016 ...... 71 Jacqueline (Bartels) Yahn 2007 ...... 72 Charisse Powell 2012 ...... 73 Britney D. Gordon 2015 ...... 74
iv Amy (Shriner) Krieger 2009 ...... 76 Joe Roxby ...... 77 Carly (Gayda) Seals 2003 ...... 78 Caroline Dougherty 2014 ...... 79 Daria Wood 2009 ...... 80 Samuel Vernarsky 2002 ...... 81 Kelly Reasbeck 2017 ...... 82 Kenneth E. Powell, III 2013 ...... 83 Shawna Safreed 2008 ...... 84 Emily Burgy 2015 ...... 85 Jeremy Gordon 2011 ...... 86 Jesse Scott 2012 ...... 87 Lacey Matheny 2015 ...... 89 James Michael Shaver 2011 ...... 91
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Anonymous Mona Lisa you are as skilled as Da Vinci et our Mona Lisa s are silenced and shamed. you perfected your craft, changing your name each time going into hiding until the paint has given up and dried but i have been to the Louvre i ve oven m a through the cro ds i m willing to take her place, perch myself upon the wall and say: Come. Look at what he did to me. we will be silent paintings no more.
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Chris Cronin Buried
Hector scanned the fog-thick graveyard, lighting a cigarette and taking a short drag. One last job, he mused to himself silently. He picked up his shovel and lit his lantern, then continued forward. His first stop was the headstone of one Samuel A. Miller, b.1850- d.1893. The shovel broke moist earth, and within an hour struck a wooden lid. Hector anxiously looked out from the hole one last time, then began rifling through the contents of the now disturbed casket. The pungent odor of death choked Hector s lungs immediatel . Amidst a coughing fit, he tied a soiled bandana around his face, filtering out enough of the dead air to allow him to continue his work. Samuel A. Miller was not a wealthy man, Hector soon learned. After tearing through Sam s suit and rifling through his ribcage, Hector soon reali ed that this last job ma not be as eas as he had originall hoped. Dammit, he said, ou re about as broke as I am, eh Samm ? Hector kicked at Sam s skull, sending scraps of flesh fl ing from the bones. Ah fuckin ell. Hector flailed his boot, sending a rotting section of hat as once Samuel s face back into the coffin. Hector climbed out of Samuel s grave and moved on. He trudged through the graveyard, digging up promising plots and continuing to come up short. From one Johnathan Harker II, b.1860-d.1900, he pilfered a cracked, bronze pocket watch. Surely orth at least 10 or 20 pounds, but the rest of the dead eren t much for heirlooms. Mirriam P. Woodworth, b.1800-d.1875, had a small dog buried with her. Whether it was dead hen it as buried, Hector asn t sure. He as beginning to lose his patience ith this yard. He scanned the graveyard, hopeful, searching for a worthwhile headstone; searching for one that was immodestly opulent. In the gloom and lamplight, his eyes fell on one Alexandria de Marizia b.1890-d.1895 Our Angel, Our Princess, Taken Too Early. Ale andria s grave as marked ith a to ering statue of a cherub pla ing the harp. This is what Hector was looking for. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of his own daughter, but decided he asn t above disturbing the grave of a dead child if it meant feeding his own. He set his lamp on the statue and began digging. The Marizia family, Hector learned, was wealthy enough to bury a five-year-old with valuables that would better benefit the living. A one-pound coin was set upon both of her eyelids; an old tradition, not that Hector knew or cared. He pocketed the coins and searched under the tattered white dress of the dead child. Tucked under the dress and, now resting on bits of rotten flesh and spinal column, rested a necklace of fine pearls. Although at the moment soiled, Hector knew that they would buy him and his daughter food for months.
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