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Department: Oakwood Ill I1 311 11157111111111 4111 1100706 I Ill 111111111111 168371111111111111 1111 PS571 .S8 02 2009 c.2 Published by Open PRAIRIE: Open Public Research Access Institutional Repository and Information Exchange, 2009 1 Oakwood, Vol. 3, Iss. 3 [2009], Art. 1 " " .;- * ·, �"' 1\� � :�½{�: Oakwood 2009 https://openprairie.sdstate.edu/oakwood/vol3/iss3/1 2 Hll TON M. BRIGGS LIBRARY Department: Oakwood loble of Contents Ars Poetica. Poetry 8 Oakwood is a South Dakota State Megan Boule University production of creative arts and literature. Sunflower. Poetry 10 Don Nguyen Editors Sara Olivier Spinning Thoughts. Visual Art 12 Kathleen Grode Chelsey Mccuen Amber Jensen Siri Boy lights in a Huddle. Poetry 13 Sumin Lee Reading Board Dallas Sargent 14 Mitch Leclair my grandma, who didn't believe in capitals, Poetry Laurene Adkins Sheryl Kurylo Amber Easton left Hand. Visual Art 15 Literary Advisor Chelsey Mccuen Christine Stewart-Nunez Department Head. English American Lights. Poetry Dr. Kathleen Donovan Amber Easton Executive Art Director A Silver Pearl, Fiction 17 Ryan Velgersdyk Lori Jacobson Graphic Designer Little Eyes, Poetry 24 Katie VanWyhe Patricia Murrill Graphic Design Advisors The ClosedChest Method, Poetry 26 Randy Clark Dan Nguyen M. Timothy Steele lye Soaked Hands. Poetry 27 Department Head, Vlsual Arts Megan Boule Dr. Norman Gambill · Tribute to Mom 2. Visual Art 28 Chelsey Mccuen Special Thanks SDSU Student Association Kathie Prahl Ghazal After ReadingEmerson's Plea for Poets Dr. Jerry D. Jorgensen to Declare: "It is in me and shall out!", Poetry 29 Amanda Rose S,ara Olivier Published by Open PRAIRIE: Open Public Research Access Institutional Repository and Information Exchange, 2009 3 Oakwood, Vol. 3, Iss. 3 [2009], Art. 1 59 The Great Women of Butte, Montana. Nonfiction 30 Untitled, Visual Art Lautefle Adkins Jordan Purintun 60 The Art of Walking, Poetry·. 33 Back to English, Nonfiction Kori Bioson Amber Jensen The Duty of the Grove, Poetry 63 Babysitting BasebaH, Poetry 34 Amber Easton Lori Jacobson 64 Famlly Heirloom, Poetry 35 Guatemala, Nonfiction Chezarae Huntsinger Chezarae Huntsinger 72. John Wayne v. Sta;buclcs, Poetry 36 Costa Rican Paradise, Po�try Kathleen Grode Samantha Tschetter 73 A Place for the Pepper; Fiction 38 Paris Scene, Fiction Kathleen Grode Samantha Tschetter 79 Making Coffee, Poetry 42 Untitled. Visual Art Dallas Sargent Chris Williams 80 Untitled, Visual Art 43 Crying, Heaven.Glamorous, Poetry Jordan Purintun Chris Williams Private Conversation, Poetry « Iraq, Nonfiction 82 Keith Brumley Kyle John$on :+. :,; Watering Holes, Po;try 45 Untitled, Visual Art 84 Billy Boyd Jordan Purintun Fishing, Nonfiction 46 Little Addictions, Poetry 85 Donald Young Kathleen Grode Imago, Poetry 49 Rage Defined, Poetry 86 Kor1 Keuser Missy Chicoine Untitled, Visual Art so I got id, Poetry 87 Jordan Purintun Dan Nguyen Badlands Solitaire, Poetry 88 51 Male Study, Visual Art Marcus Heerdt Chelsey Mccuen 89 The Changing Sand, Nonfiction 52 Moving Day, fiction Megan Buysse Joy Albertson 102 The Prairie is My Garden, Poetry 56 The Lonely Path. Poetry Kori Eliason Evan Papousek Follow the Row, Poetry Memorial Doy, Poetry 103 Emily Jepsen 57 Saro Olivier 104 Spring to Foll, Poetry 58 Suddenly Surrounded, Poetry Jace Williams Bradley Iverson https://openprairie.sdstate.edu/oakwood/vol3/iss3/1 4 Department: Oakwood 128 A scarecrow once Told Me. Poetry Untitled, Visual Art Karl Keuser Laurene Adkins 129 Supper. Poetry Death Comes to-Bottle, Poetry Chezoroe Huntsinger Amber Easton Sorry, Pluto. Poetry 130 An Unkindhess 6f Ravens, Poetry Joy Albertson Dahos Sargent In the Sun. Poetry 131 Sheryl Kurylo Military Wife, 1962, Nonfiction· 108 Ailison Crisler 132 Tuna and Ice Cream at 11 P.M., Poetry Keely Deloney Untitled. Visual Art l09 Chris Widiams Lurking Love Scent. Poetry 133 Sumin lee A Long Night in an Empty House, Poetry 110 Sumin Lee A Dinner For Disaster, Poetry 134 Chris Williams A Final Viewing, Poetry 111· Sara Oliver 135 The Last String. Poetry Evon Popousek I Howling Tin Woman, Poetry 112 Megan Boule 136 · Self-Portrait, Visual Art Chelsey Mccuen Brookings Haiku, Poetry 113 Sumin Lee 137 How a Boy Found Poetry, Poetry Stephen Snyder [Machinery], Poetry 138 J.M. ICoehler Honey Mortar. Poetry Megan Boule My odd Friend, Visual Art 115 139 Chelsey Mccuen fading out, Poetry J.M. Koehler The Man-WomanwithBorderline PersonalityDisorder Says Hello­ Goodbye to the PosHvlodern Spiritual Therapist and Her- Your Hair Smells of Flowers, Visual Art 140 His Paradoxical Injunction (After the Dominant Culture Chelsey McCuen Celebrates Easter, of Course). Poetry 116 Keith Brumley 141 Signs of Forgiveness. Poetry Dallas Sargent OoRy the sheep would have loved to wear a blue blazer, Poetry 118 Mitch Leclair Opportunities on the Red Planet. Poetry 119 Lori Jacobson Bubblegum, Fiction 120 Sephanie Eide The life, Visual Art 122 Hunter Murphy What I found in the High School Auditorium, Fiction 123 R.H. Gonci Published by Open PRAIRIE: Open Public Research Access Institutional Repository and Information Exchange, 2009 5 Oakwood, Vol. 3, Iss. 3 [2009], Art. 1 � Poetico Megan Baule My father told me to take care of myself. No one else wo.uld. When I find the words, I was beautiful they will be mud and grass when I still slept. hugging toes. or a map before the world filleda bathtub in wrinkled cotton. I will drop where whales kiss my fingertips my hem to lake water. whisper with velvet teeth. gulping to Perch who blinks pomegranate seeds that corrupt the tongue. an empty mouth. I laid bare the music A queen of sins, flicking my dress in my cheekbones. Music baiting off my foot to a wooden floor, a rifle scope, primordial love drumming forgotten. Now I am myself, my pen, a beat arousing sapphire dark. words written by no one Love tattooed. before poetry; before beauty was a cow carcass, calf's legs surging from her stomach, eaten by coyotes from the spine. Death jitter bugs the poet to Build Me Up Buttercup in a bomb shelter where winter lives the reflection of opal mirrors, lifting the veil. https://openprairie.sdstate.edu/oakwood/vol3/iss3/1 6 9 8 Department: Oakwood ounflower Dan Nguyen Somewhere far off l hear sharp Perched near the jungle cries from cicada; l sigh gym I look down, forehead wet, · and fall, arms stretched out and match their song, fingersexp _loding drawing them closer. as I crash into brown sugar I let the sand swallow me sea. My sole buries itself from the toes and grow and in one shining burst cold as the sun sinks I bloom. into the silvering skyline. Far off I hear cars, a metal circus surging. Popcorn exhaust lifting pillows of smoke into the air above a slide that I now find myself sitting on again. Its brightness drained- a bitter sunflower with withering petals and broken ladder rungs like half eaten cigarettes. My eyes trace melon bricks of an old building nearby. Paint lines soften on the asphalt. Published by Open PRAIRIE: Open Public Research Access Institutional Repository and Information Exchange, 2009 7 11 10 Oakwood, Vol. 3, Iss. 3 [2009], Art. 1 Li()ht) in o Huddle Sumin Lee I I Breaking through the coal-black night, a road vanishes from my sight. I Like a child peeping into the deep well, I fall in the unknown darkness. Never, ever go near the well. My grandmother set me free on my oath. I can climb up riding the we/I-bucket. My oath always changed into a persuasion. Chelsey Mccuen Death marks with a red X along the road, deer's calm eyes as if she intended to kill herself; bloodstained tracks under glaring headlights, sharpened nerve-like thorns break out in a rash. A long way off, lights in a huddle like luminaries; I grasp a wheel like a thick nylon well-rope. A snow-covered village bears a severe winter. Passing through its entrance, I am no longer a child. 11 I https://openprairie.sdstate.edu/oakwood/vol3/iss3/1 8 12 HILTON M. BR GS LIBRARY South Dakota Sate University 1 • -- Cl"\ S:::7M7-10QA Department: Oakwood my (JOndmo. who didn't believe in copitot5 11 Sheryl Kurylo I/ I sunday afternoon she stands at the stove making the pierogies my father loves. I flourand butter mix with eggs forming the dough that envelopes potato, cheese, mushrooms, and sauerkraut. "they're from the old country" she dutifully reminds me, smacking my small hands away as i grab at them. clouds overtake the blue in her eyes as though a storm is moving in. the old country where she lived in a concentration camp; fed rations of water and bread, I it would have been easier I to let go. the home she fledafter the war ended; family divided I I and lost at the hands of the nazis. I a journey I to the new world. the clouds can no longer hold. drops fall down her wrinkled face, sizzling in the hot pan. I I Chelsey Mccuen Published by Open PRAIRIE: Open Public Research Access Institutional Repository and Information Exchange, 2009 9 15 14 Oakwood, Vol. 3, Iss. 3 [2009], Art. 1 I American LiUl!) A · Oilver Pearl Amber Easton Lori Jacobson I I I I I My pack of lights Every day during the summer months at precisely 3:15 P.M., the in a yellow box old man would pull his weary bones up and out of his brown, I left on the porch mantle. naugahyde recliner, shuffle across the linoleum puce-flecked I and, with a shaky hand, flick open the screen door. Then he As I walked up the steps would gingerly step out on to his manicured lawn. He reached to the red-shuttered house, the r�d chair with the shell-shaped back by 3:17.

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