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The Thorn 2016 - 2017 A Poetry & Art Publication ― Covenant College Poetry, Prose, & Other Writings Visual Art Matt Schmincke ............................................................................. 5, 8 Greg Van Dyke ............................................................... 4, 27, 41, 79,117 Teresa Harwood ...................................................................... 6, 10, 12 Abi Ogle ......................................................................... 11, 24, 65, 95, 107 Joseph Klingman ................................ 7, 14, 17, 18, 22, 25, 28, 30, 40, 58, 100 Roy Uptain .................................................................. 15, 36, 60, 102, 118 Donnelly Warren ......................................................................... 9, 26 Ellie Brown ....................................................................................... 16 Lily Tic e ................................................................................ 21, 33, 34, 81 Michael Fuller ............................................................... 19, 56, 72, 86, 108 Jenny Washburne .................................................................. 37, 38, 42 Joseph Ricketts .............................................................. 20, 23, 29, 47, 85 Jemima Barr ............................................................................ 48, 50, 88 Caleb Smith ........................................................................ 32, 55, 74, 90 Hannah King .................................................................................... 49 Jenny Washburne ........................................................................... 51 Richie Hennessey ........................................................................... 52 Lydia Holt ......................................................................................... 67 Cliff Foreman ...............................................................................53, 62 Lily Tice ................................................................................... 80, 82, 114 Aubrey Smith ................................................................................... 54 Jemima Barr ..................................................................................... 89 Michael Fuller .................................................................................. 57 Elizabeth Sanders ........................................................................... 93 David Kraus ...................................................................................... 59 Elizabeth Sanders ........................................................................... 61 Kristie Jaya ........................................................................................ 64 Lake McGinty ............................................................................. 66, 109 Daniel Hollidge ................................................................................ 68 Matthias Overos ........................................................... 73, 111, 112, 116 Tim Dixon ......................................................................................... 75 John Christian Kuehnert ........................................................... 76, 83 Haley Dempsey ............................................................................... 78 Annie Deluca ................................................................................... 84 Haley Horton ......................................................................... 87, 96, 114 Suzannah Guthmann ................................................................ 91, 94 Ann Roberts ..................................................................................... 92 Hannah Lloyd .................................................................................. 98 Will Friesen ............................................................................... 101, 105 James Mackes ................................................................................ 103 Gracie Woodrow ............................................................................104 Brad Assaraf ............................................................................. 106, 110 Lydia Holt ........................................................................................ 119 Cynthia Young ................................................................................ 120 2 3 early sept. 2016: falling asleep in my dreams Matt Schmincke — There’s nothing more that I can think to do, Accept the things that open with the night. Stuck, I look upon the light of you And strike the closing flame with fright. But yet! We climb, and see each other clear. Inside a cloud of light we open fast. Burning, holy bright as it draws near, Until I turn and see the thing at last. It’s then we fall and wake ourselves with life; With bursting pulse I breathe and see the sun. The morning opens with its glory rife And looks upon the things that we have done. Nothing more can mean as much as this, If not for you–the beauty I would miss. Frightfully Mortal Greg Van Dyke |Oil Paint on Canvas 4 5 Christmas Breakfast Hindsight Teresa Harwood Joseph Klingman — — The stairs are wrapped with holly and with twine; Some fledgling words I paddle from my room, eyes glued with sleep. Have a habit of falling from the nest Mom’s flipping sausage: “Morning! about time.” Blighted, premature, or otherwise The biscuits are halfway done. Dad hovers To their death— beside the George Foreman grill, watching dew Reincarnating as vultures condense and drip from the glass that covers To pick the meat from my bones the unfrozen hashbrowns. The smell of pine In a later day. branches drift to my nose; boxes of red await the time when our full bellies have dined on biscuits and gravy and hashbrowns too and we gather: a circle of sweatpants on leather couches by the fireplace and I’m the Santa, passing out presents to Mom and Dad, Hannah, Jordan, and Jen. I like this job. I bought almost nothing but am given all and give all away. 6 7 To be close to you The Boy Who Lived Matt Schmincke Donnelly Warren — — the way we walk, I’ve managed to see them once or twice over and out, Twice today I’ve felt them watching me beautiful sun on beautiful earth, Me, the boy who lived and it shifts. Lived for so many years in emptiness holding my head Emptiness filled with stuff I sweat in radiant mirth, Stuffing to soften the cold, hard lie but it’s never too much Lying on my bed, wondering for me or for you, Wandering amidst could-have-beens much if you know how it works. Bins filled with metal tools it doesn’t matter, Tools that took away their chance the things that i think and Chance was they could have lived well the things that i feel. Well, at least they could have lived opening the sun, Lived here with me I laugh with you Me, the boy who lived. and it shifts. But this expansive house is solely mine Mine to hate Hate my parents I do not Not that I’ll ever forgive. Forgive me for living Living the life they never can Can I ever find release? Release the hounds Hounds, let them tear me apart Apart from a couple of genes we were the same Same day, same struggles Struggles that I can not overcome Overcome with grief I wail for the lost Lost, the feeling bites me Me, the boy who lived. 8 9 A Foul November Teresa Harwood — New neighbors moved next door I heard the ruckus four doors away And went over to end the foul Noise but they saw me coming Eyes wide, one told the other, “Fly, fly” With a hop and a leap, they soared And the noise barreled out-- not to stay. But my neighbors now live right here-- In this freezer. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, Maybe, let’s have turkey. Tornadoland Abi Ogle | Photo, Acrylic, Ash, Alabama Clay 10 11 congregations from the tv. Jenny and I could hear them from the road, and we knew The Leather Chair where Grandpa sat. Teresa Harwood — Then there were the days of the hospital. Grandma or Grandpa was hooked up to a The cracked orange leather rocked next to the screen door. It looked like it was network of clear artificial veins; I was scared and wished we could all go back. And straight from the seventies. It was sacred. And whether or not it was said, it was the days went by. Soon, Grandma and Grandpa returned home, and I visited. off-limits; we never sat on it. But there is one picture of us sitting there. I was wearing Jenny’s black and white tutu; she was wearing my pink one. I was smiling; Then I left for camp. When I came back, our parents were in a panic. I remember she wasn’t. someone calling 911, and I remember the paramedics, but I don’t remember it well. It was a blur that led Grandpa to the hospital again. The doctor told us he had The sermons of Oprah and Dr. Phil vibrated through the wooden walls. We could mouth cancer. He wasn’t supposed to live long. By two weeks, his body was buried. hear them by the time we had reached Grandma’s tulip bed, and we knew that the Grandma stayed at our house. The night before the funeral, she was happy; she day was done; Grandma was ready to play. Flies traveled to and from the house was trying on her new clothes. We laughed with her; she was always making us through the holes in the screen door. And when we arrived, we peeked through the laugh. holes, waiting for Grandma to see us. The months rolled on, and Grandma moved back into her house. She had Alzhei- Grandma came with us, playing Teacher on the steps, and Jenny always won. I’m mer’s and paced endlessly. I spent the night every Friday with her. Around