2018 C H EA S N G E ape Cod Community Coolllleeggee’’ss mmaaggaazine CCape Cod Community C zine ooff tthhee aarrttss SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 1 5/15/2018 3:35:00 PM A Special Recognition of Service to Rebekah Ambrose-Dalton, Naomi Arenberg, Kerry Drohan, Nathalie Ferrier, Michael Gross, Larisa Hart, Scott Nagle, Cindy Pavlos, Sara Ringler, Kathleen Vranos, Joe Thorpe and previous staffs of Sea Change for keeping this 50-year tradition alive. Front cover digital photo Startrails by Aman Marfatia Sea Change is a publication by Cape Cod Community College students through the Language and Literature Department. It is funded through the Student Media Board. Sea Change Cape Cod Community College North 237 2240 Iyannough Road West Barnstable, MA 02668 Email: [email protected] Website: https://seachangecapecod.wordpress.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/seachangeCCCC/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/seachangecccc/ Archive: https://www.capecod.edu/web/langlit/seachange/archives Sea Change, Volume 35 ©2018 Cape Cod Community College Contributors retain full rights to their original contributions. Cover design by Katherine Martinez and Robert K. Foster Back cover design by Robert K. Foster Printing by Graphic Arts at Cape Cod Technical High School, Harwich, MA i SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 1 5/15/2018 3:35:02 PM ii SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 2 5/15/2018 3:35:03 PM ART Senga Crossley Self Portrait 11 Stuart Friedrich Comfort 24-25 James Warren Garland Watertown Monuments v Martha Holden Mussel Sky 16 Georgi Lazarov Famous Paintings Collage 23 Jonas Lombard Jonas 27 Aman Marfatia High Exposure 19 Centerville 20-21 Untitled 31 Sagamore Bridge 33 Sheeza Matloob Leaf Emotions 6 Emma McFadden Death is Colorful 13 An Nguyen Letter Form Abstract 29 Meghan Reed Artemis iv Spider 3 Addicted 14-15 Kendelle Wilkinson Geofluidity 18 Sacred Sun 7 NONFICTION Robert K. Foster Home is Where... 30-31 Cassandra F. LeBel Expectations Versus Reality 10-13 Cindy Pavlos Comfort Zones 28-29 FICTION Zac Cacciolfli Death’s Gift 22-23 Andrew J. Gates The Meaning of Life 32 John Hanright The Shipbuilder’s House 4-7 Amanda Lods Murphy’s Law (Excerpt of Lir’s Ball) 18-21 iii SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 4 5/15/2018 3:35:03 PM POETRY Jessica Bowse Indigo 24 Robert K. Foster All That Coulda Been 25 Andrew J. Gates Through the Looking Glass 1 Kaitlyn Holzworth Black Lives Matter 8-9 Garrett Keenan Main Street 26 James Kershner Sluttish Time 17 Eelyese Mateo Co-creator 26 Jacob A. Savoie-Foster Roses Into The Void 2 Robin Smith-Johnson Steel Stacks 16 Artemis Meghan Reed chalk pastel (9”x12”) iv SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 5 5/15/2018 3:35:04 PM Letter from the editor Dear reader, When you express yourself creatively through writing or other forms of art, you open up a bridge from yourself to whoever is consuming your work. This bridge connects people who otherwise may not have had anything in common, which is exactly what we aim to do with every issue of Cape Cod Community College’s literary and arts magazine Sea Change. Fifty years ago, the first issue of Sea Change was published and featured a range of writing not only from students, but also from faculty and staff. From that year on, Sea Change has incorporated fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, as well as photography, paintings, sculptures, and drawings. The magazine ran most years between 1968 and 2012 before a five-year hiatus. It was revived in 2017 by Professor Rebecca Griffin, whose passion for the magazine and her students’ success is evident. The Sea Change staff this semester is composed of six students who have all managed to put a bit of themselves into the pages that you will see. The pieces we have chosen to feature in this edition were selected with students in mind. We think of the magazine as a creative outlet for community members to showcase their experiences and voices. We hope that whoever reads this magazine—whether that be today or fifty years from now—will be able to connect to the work published in the 2018 edition of Sea Change. We hope you will feel inspired to take on your own creative pursuits and let your own voice be heard. Cassandra LeBel Sea Change Editor-in-Chief Watertown Monuments, James Warren Garland, photography v SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 2 5/15/2018 3:35:07 PM Through the Looking Glass By Andrew J. Gates At a glance through the Looking Glass all appeared opaque, It seemed dark and dank, with little to intake. Yet you wondered and imagined what could lie beyond, Your mind began to fill with fears as illusions spawned. Not only were you afraid, but you were unable to respond To a miniscule voice that would otherwise be fond. It orated with a tongue soft spoken, brittle—dead. Invasive and cold, the voice’s influence spread. You were drawn back to the Glass not realizing your mistake, For once you had seen—no longer could you awake. Thrust through the Looking Glass, all came to a rest, With no one to help, the darkness digests. As you scream and shout, your efforts in vain, A miniscule voice surfaces to further ordain. It speaks, in a whisper, you feel life begin to drain, Articulate and clear, the sharp speech piercing your brain. You try to escape this inevitable end, But with your attempts becoming desperate you further transcend. Your lids fall slack, your tears have run dry, And there it hits you—you open your eyes. You will awake in a sweat and be relieved it was a dream, The adrenaline will slowly fade from your bloodstream. But then you’ll hear a miniscule voice in the distance, And note the resonance in this whisper’s persistence. Yet the harder you try to ignore its subsistence, In the end you will succumb to this essence’s existence. You will follow against your will, to its beckoning call, And once you arrive your mind will slowly recall. You will open the drawer not yet realizing your mistake, As you glance through the Looking Glass, all will appear opaque. 1 SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 3 5/15/2018 3:35:07 PM Roses into the Void By Jacob A. Savoie-Foster My favorite author hung himself, with an unfinished manuscript next to his lifeless body. My favorite poet jumped from a bridge, with a poem and a photograph tucked into his pockets. Are my feet riding the same edge? Or can I toss roses over the edge and into the Abyss, and thank it? A trip to the florist is long overdue, because I know now that This Is Water and that there are still Songs in my Dreams but I may not have known what it meant to swim or to listen if it hadn’t been for them. And, I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope That somewhere down there, in the dark, someone catches the roses I tossed and finds the strength to scale back up. 2 SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 2 5/15/2018 3:35:09 PM Spider, Meghan Reed, collage, ink, acrylic on canvas (16”x20”) SeaChange 2018 AllBook V5.indb 3 5/15/2018 3:35:17 PM FICTION The Shipbuilder’s House By John Hanright The briny beach, coated by a dense layer “I always walk this beach; it eases my mind of fog, lies before a short, gray-haired man as he and refreshes my body,” he answers. walks into the dim expanse surrounding him. The The boy politely nods his head, his feet mist embraces the man, coalescing around his scuttling sand and shells as he shuffles alongside ankles as he drifts along the sandy shoreline. his grandfather, who stares along the coast at Each morning before dawn, the man pulls his the cresting waves and the continually peaking wrinkled and tired body from his weathered half speckles of ocean that occasionally break through of the mattress. He moves slowly, taking measured the fog. The sound of the chopping waves subtly steps as he begins his usual routine. The man resonates with the man. As he glances along the methodically brushes his twenty-seven remaining beach, those dull eyes light up, and a toothy grin teeth, combs the loose, thin hairs remaining on forms on the man’s wrinkled face, as if he were his scalp, and slides a sharp, single-blade steel seeing an old friend. razor against the faint white stubble forming on “David, look at that house over there. It his sunken face. A routine like this may sound belongs to a family of a very rich shipbuilder,” tedious, but it is this aging man’s way of enduring. he says. The man reluctantly deviates from his morning The shipbuilder’s house stands atop a dune, ritual to enter the spare bedroom, where his protected from the ocean, with a solid, imposing grandson sleeps. Each month, when the boy comes hardwood frame, decadent crown-molded arched to visit, he eagerly listens to his grandfather’s windows, and a crow’s nest perched on the roof stories. Gently, the grandfather jostles the child like a sentinel’s post. The grandson eyes the until his eyes crack open. mansion as though it might suddenly disappear. Following their breakfast, the pair dress in The man looks down at the boy and recalls his jogging clothes and raincoats. Five minutes after own memories of the old house.