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Whittier College Poet Commons Greenleaf Review Student Scholarship & Research Spring 2001 2001 Literary Review (no. 15) Sigma Tau Delta Follow this and additional works at: https://poetcommons.whittier.edu/greenleafreview Part of the Creative Writing Commons, and the English Language and Literature Commons Recommended Citation Sigma Tau Delta, "2001 Literary Review (no. 15)" (2001). Greenleaf Review. 17. https://poetcommons.whittier.edu/greenleafreview/17 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the Student Scholarship & Research at Poet Commons. It has been accepted for inclusion in Greenleaf Review by an authorized administrator of Poet Commons. For more information, please contact [email protected]. A Sigma Tau Delta Publication Literary Review 2001 15th Edition Spring 2001 A Sigma Tau Delta Publication Literary Review 2001 15th Edition Spring 2001 Table of Contents Acknowledgements 7 Introduction 9 Poetry & Playwriting James Adomian How the Grinch Stole Power 12 Charlene Beal From a Reading 14 Tirzh Champ Envelope Me 15 My Prayer 16 Lisa Decker Leah 18 Orion 18 David Elias Waitress 20 Ryan D. Fong Vomiting with a Friend 21 The Red Capitalist 22 Portrait of a Friend 22 Melissa Johnson Merry Go Round 23 Blue 24 2 Maria Johnson l have your coat 25 a hidden cloth 25 Lisa L. Monie The Dark World of Love: A Set of Six Sonnets 26 Allison Outschoorn Queen 29 Eveline 29 Eva Sevcikova Memoirs of an Arawak Man 30 Waking up in the Morning 32 Tim Tiernan A Church Becomes a Shelter During War 33 Phobia 33 Reconstructing 34 Subarban Site 35 Antonio Trepesowsky A Happy Sonnet 36 Sonnet 36 A Play: Shakespeare in Love 39 Kristine Welter Never Enough Alone 37 Fiction Steve Alvarado Sunday Morning 50 David Elias Kings 69 3 Dave Hanson Common Man 74 Eva Sevcikova One Inside the Other 99 Non-Fiction Kat Baskett Franz Marc's Repetitious Nature 106 The Subjugation of the Beast 107 Ryan D. Fong Once Upon a Time 113 Leslie Reynolds GloriaAnzaldua 116 A Marvellous Assemblage 134 Controlling Images 137 Natalie Olivas The Electric Industry 142 Brenda Trejo A Fallen Star 153 Awards Freshman Writing Competition Winner: "A Chaotic Ballet" 160 by Justin Jimenez Newsom Awards 2001: Poetry First Place: Lucky 165 by Kristine Welter 4 Second Place: Wenham, Ma 167 by April Garbat Third Place: A Lower Case 168 by Lisa Ayre-Smith Newsom Awards 2001: Fiction First Place: Plucked 171 by Kristine Welter Second Place: Preface to the Third Edition 181 by James Adomian Third Place: on the lips of children 183 by Joshua Kenney Illustrations Cover: Smoking Eggs, 2000by Brenda Trejo Geisha No. 4, 2000 by Jo Fan Huang 10 Untitled, 2000 by Katherine Baskett 48 Geisha No. 1, 2000 by Jo Fan Huang 104 Untitled, 1999 by Robin Judd 158 You're lousy, don't call me, 2000 by Brenda Trejo 170 5 6 Acknowledgements Tribute must be paid to: the culinary expertise and wise, generous advisement of Dr. Anne Kiley, the untiring assistance of Tina Corral, the efficiency of Fred from Budget Printing who made the publica- tion process as painless as possible, the collaborative efforts of mem- bers of Sigma Tau Delta, particularly Maire Bourke, Nilanga Jayasinghe, and Judy Owen, all contributors to the Lit Review, and finally, the loving encouragement, creative brilliance and damage control of Ravin Daniel without whom the Editor could not have emerged from this endeavour with her sanity almost intact. May the heavens rain down sweetmeats upon you and all your kin! 7 8 Introduction This publication emerges at an interesting juncture of debate at Whittier College. The Publication Board, which for many years had funded this publication and other forms of campus media, is under evaluation, with suggestions made towards its dissolution. As such, I would like to dedicate this fifteenth edition of the Literary Review to members of Boards past and present who have dedicated their en- ergy to maintain creative freedom of expression and allow the myriad of Whittier College voices to be heard with verve and vigour. Publica- tions such as this allow students of the liberal arts to engage in dis- course of many different forms, be it poetry, fiction, art or academic writing, and recognizes their many talents. It also allows the entire Whittier College community to share in these talents and celebrate the fact that such discourse informs, entertains, challenges and humbles us in our efforts to be liberal beings, in the truest sense of the term. Happy Reading! Allison Outschoorn Editor-in-Chief '01 Assistant Editor: Ryan Fong Executive Advisor: Dr. Anne Kiley Staff: Members of Sigma Tau Delta 9 Geisha No. 4, 2000 by J0 Fan Huang 10 Poetry & Playwriting 11 James Adomian How the Grinch Stole the Power Originally published in the Quaker Campus The school year had come to the end of semester When stress, strain and strife had started to fester. And every young wit down in Whither College Was busy with work, increasing their knowledge. They thinked up their thoughts by the pound and the inch, Reading on every chair, bed and bench— Everyone, that is, except for the Grinch. Oh, the Grinch hated papers, late nights, education, Computers, gadgets and indoor illumination. He hated the frenzied collegiate pace, He hated the intelligent look on their face, And he LOATHED their music with wall-shaking bass! He could hear them now, Kate, Carl and Cletus, Tapping and typing a ten-hundred page treatise. Sitting in columns, writing in rows, Sipping espresso and nibbling No-Doze. They were hopped up on coffee, riddled on ritalin, They stayed up all night marking margins and scribbling. Sneering with Grinchy contempt, like a dog with rabies "Enough," he cried, "with those trust-fund babies!" His plan was delicious, his motive pernicious The Grinch smiled a smile that was vulgar and vicious. Retention would drop, morale would sour, If only the lights could be drained of their power. The Grinch said to himself, "They study at night, And everyone knows you can't write without light! They'll fail their papers, their tests and exams And teachers will curse with impotent damns!" All that he needed was the silent permission 12 Of the California Public Utility Commission. He waited till night, and just the right hour When work was most urgent—he shut off the power! He turned off the music, the e-mail and lamps, The clocks and the printers all ran out of amps. No cramming, no typing, no words upon papers, No juicers to juice the electric-light-makers! And now all the wits in Whittier College, Sit in the dark without power or knowledge. 13 Charlene Beal From a Reading Blessed are they, for theirs is The kingdom of the skies; for They shall be pitied; for they Will inherit. How dark it is. Ask and it will be given to you. Is this Santa Claus? This must Be some mistake with miles before I sleep. I'm hoping it is so; That the animals sing on Christmas eve, that oxen will Kneel, living fleshed full. I Want to learn to be still, time Flying through me, freeing my Mind of thought. Solitary as an Oyster. Even if you say- Think Of this, even if you kiss, even Then I will not give a breathless Pause. God is the breath inside. 14 Tirzah Champ Envelope Me Seal it tight. Lick the corners So that it'll stick. Secure the creases So that our hearts Remain in the center Right where the triangle peaks. Spray fragrances of you On the inside and out. Love me like I love me, That has never been done. Put me in a safe place So I won't get lost. Caress my body With your thoughts. Comfort me with Your stamps of kisses. Don't send it express Or even in a box. Send it slow and constant. Small but filled with love And patience. Pray over the contents of The envelope as you do Your own life. Occupy your mind with Something else instead of Worrying about how long The delivery will take. 15 When you are sure that You have thoroughly Enveloped me in your love, Toss it into the wind to God. My Prayer Dear Allah, Jah, God, Heavenly Father, Show me the way to you. I have become weak from this life. Send down to me a triple taste of your love, Help me endure what you have set in my path. It may seem as though I have not accepted my path or you. But I have, I accept it, I accept you. This pain I have I know will not last always. This pain I know is nothing compared to the pain of others. All I ask is that you hear me, that you guide me, and that you help me to understand the lessons of my path. Even though I cannot see you, I can feel you holding me when nobody else can. Forever, I will remain your warrior. 16 Give me the strength to be an example of your power through my actions. Many do not realize that all the things beautiful have come from you. I do. Show me the way to you, for this particular obstacle requires your resistance. 17 Lisa Decker Leah After eleven months with no word of her, we presumed her dead. The last time we had seen her, she had been fighting with my mom over who was going to do the dishes. She had been pumped up with drugs that never soothed her Tourettes. I had been fixing myself a plate of spaghetti at the time.