Joseph White, Cole Mankin, and Patrick Mulcahy It Is a Shame That Your Time with Us Has Been So Short in the Great Scheme of Things
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• s t a f f • Editor: William Entrekin Assistant Editor: Joseph M. White Editorial Staff: Anna Buontempo Steven Llanes Cole Mankin Patrick Mulcahy Penny Sehas Cheryl Smith Faculty Moderator: Professor Katheryn White-Davis Layout Design: William Entrekin All works contained herein are © their respective authors. All photographs © Complete Reference Library except page 34 Patrick Mulcahy page 39 Houston, 1986; by Bruce Burnbaum page 40 by Steve and Carol Shelden page 46 Mary McDermott page 59 Joseph M. White page 60 Joseph M. White page 61 Joseph M. White Page 62 Joseph M. White This Page: Child Neglect, by Steven Llanes Cover: Faithful Care, by Steven Llanes Typeset is Classical Garmand BT T a b 1 e 0 f C 0 n t e n t s . Brian Beldowicz 1 Michael W. Betts 3 Marc Buttacavoli 5 Jay Coletta 6 Danielle D'Adamo 7 Jeffrey Enright 7 William Entrekin 8 Brenda Escobar 15 Kelly Gallagher 16 Jaclyn J accodine 18 Matthew Klarmann 20 Ryan Livingston 25 Cole Mankin 26 Patrick Mulcahy 27 Edith Nowak 38 Della Reed 38 Delicia Reynolds 39 Kelly Rivetti 43 Ma. Katrina Sabater 44 Penny Sehas 47 Shannon Sullivan 51 David Tango 52 Joseph M. White 55 The Pavan would like to take a moment to say thank you to the following people: Professor Katheryn White-Davis For sticking by us through a lot of rough times. This issue owes much of its existence to you. Thank you for not walking away when a lot of people would have understood if you wanted to. Tim O'Neill For helping us out when we needed it, and breaking our ties with ... your involvement was both enjoyed and appreciated. Me Because I'm just cool. Joseph White, Cole Mankin, and Patrick Mulcahy It is a shame that your time with us has been so short in the great scheme of things. Your presence will be sorely missed, and surely apparent, with the coming of the next issue. Good luck to you in all of your future endeavours. All who contributed Obviously we couldn't have done it without you. Barbara Melchione Because you're you, and just cool for that reason, and for being nice to us writer-types (at least if we tutor for you). God Well, you don't need an explanation, do you? Omniscient, omnipotent being that you are, you know why we're thanking you. 1 Brian Beldowicz Again It's morning again and the alarm forgot to sound. Before my eyes are even open I can feel your presence beside me. I open my eyes I look up to grey skies, And in my heart and in my bed I feel alone again. And I'm right again. Your smile not seen, Your breath not tasted, Your laughter not heard, Where are you? Where am I? The days drag on as the years fly by And the horizon hides the thing I insist on feeling. As I set my day in motion, I feel no such emotion, And where we used to be I stand alone again. Where's the damn phone again? I need to hear that voice I dial the number of my choice And you're not there again. But she is. 2 My Reality and Eat It Too Scrolled in red in a sugar coated shell, Harsh reality put in good taste. Thoughts of future know not me now, And if I were lucky, numb-ers would do so. A prediction the size of a finger, Difficult to decipher humor from wisdom, (if one can). Easily lost and neglected; easily kept and saved. What pants was it in? What did it say? I guess I could just buy more rice, But what if that last one was right? B r 1 a n Beldow1cz Spark I wreak of being without you, Each breath the air's pollution. Clinging to my clothes the scent So many others bear Each and every hour of their life. My hands to hide my face and tears Smell of sour staleness And the moisture of my eye is swept Away by a cloud I made No more tears to be seen Too many to be felt. The misery I feel, though, Is the comfort so many seek. But nothing they could spark Could set them so ablaze As you rolled in my arms. 3 Michael w. B. e t t s G 0 a I s Always striving for the top. Striving and striving until we stop. Stopping because we reach our goal reaching it to strengthen our soul. But soon another is put in its place. Trying to reach it we set a new pace. Finally reaching the top, we don't want to stop. T u r t 1 e Slow and mellow strutting down the street keeping to himself protected from the world protected from reality hiding under his shell He will reach his destination ignoring all those seeking attention. My Friend Keep thinking Open your mind Understand your thoughts Go ahead, feel strange You are strange Strange to the common man But I'm happy Ecstatic for you Now we can talk Yes, another person to talk to. 4 M u s 1 C Allows you to exit the world Sit back and let it take control Candy for your ears Doors for your mind All your thoughts come out for you to find Poetry for your ears Peace for your mind Feel what you want from behind Breaks down the wall And people get together The air is saturated with feeling Six minutes last forever. Michael w B e t t s Freedom Freedom Peace my friends I'm leaving you forever All you'll have Are memories to dwell upon You seem like you care You're putting on a good show Wait until tomorrow You'll soon forget me. 5 Marc Buttacavoli Heavenly Journey I take a breath and then drop in One quick prayer, to abolish all sin. Because it's the biggest one I have ever ridden. And looking up the sun is hidden By the aqueous wall that has been erected. Nor an ounce of fear can be detected Because I have done this many times before, And I come back always wanting more. I must clear my mind of any thinking. For if I don't I will be sinking, To a coral tomb on the sandy floor. While traveling down the water's face, I am searching for that peaceful place, Where serenity for any man awaits If he passes through the gates. Steadfast, I outrace the ocean's roar To enter heaven through its backdoor. Crouching down past the frothy crest, I am now inside and I can rest. Like an unborn child in the maternal womb, I am a perfect fit for the Emerald Room. Only now, does balance become the test. Earthly heaven's short-lived, my stay is done. And I make my way toward the sun. Behind my shoulder lies devastation, As I look to the horizon with anticipation. My lungs fill up with the breath I take. I pause before paddling to the break. There are peaks as far as the eye can see. This is how I will spend eternity. And standing there, my look's perplexed, For each peak is more perfect than the next. In the ocean lies my destiny. 6 Jay Coletta you come on to· me i pray this conversation never ends i know you're there this conversation will last forever i feel your presence this night oh so subtly this mood this me you make me move this you you train my mind this will always be there levels beyond levels time without you and i' d never find time again reality is there so do it again it can wait and let the night be reality is often we hesitate let the night sleep forget the morning my ears flood you' re simply not a morning type my eyes open sunrise supports your deviant ways my skin melts the afternoon will welcome us when you walk into my room our ears eyes my bones flow skin my muscles are set afire mouth my mouth tastes for the very first time bones when you talk into my room muscles will be welcomed and nurtured speak to me when the afternoon comes ever so softly and night calls us speak to me calls us ever so clearly to be continued speak to me ever so subtly speak to me ever so raw speak to me ever so natural After D speak speak your words turn me on 7 Li(e With You B1004 and hurt fill my head Cutting and splicing into the core of my soul I want to drain every emotion out of you Like a crimson lipstick melting in a vanity drawer So you can finally understand The fierceness of your demeaning attacks And how it is to be lifeless Just like I feel Every time I enter Your house. Danielle D'Adamo Jeffrey Enright after Simon Pettet shuffled morning what else that shld mean but being mixed-up again and not still waiting for this machine drawn subway air stale through all its effort - all this movement. Of Matter, of Space, of Airs Vibrations still & hidden detail Dust rising in slow design, accreting rain To reach multiple listening. Compass toward exile, Song's spell, the ear 'gin sealed With fever or dance, well out in the eve. Lone magnet chord with thread, with thorn -words subtle lift Held over exile.