Parnassus : Inter-arts magazine of Northern Essex Community College, Haverhill, Massachusetts 01897

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2002
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Parnassus Spring 2002
Inter-Arts Magazine
2002
ofNorthern Essex Community College
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The policy of the editorial staff has been to select material for the magazine democratically
We have read each work submitted and viewed all artwork.
We voted to determine eligibility: a majority vote for a piece meant publication.
Parnassus provides an opportunity for new artists and writers to reach others;
it’s a showcase of Northern Essex Community College student creativity.
Parnassus Profiles
Front Cover: LauraVaun
“Bug-Eyed”
Laura Vaun hopes her cover illustration, “Bug-Eyed," will say, “Hey, look at me!” She also
hopes that her illustration will “pique curiosity” and lead viewers “to see what other treasures
are held between the pages of Parnassus.” Her pen and ink illustration was inspired by a
class assignment. The assignment was simply “to make something that would hold a surprise
in store for the viewer.”
Back Cover: Michael M. Ciacamitaro
“MyBrotherMatt”
Parnassus magazine is not the only place you will see Michael M. Ciacamitaro’s cover illustra-
tion. You will also find it tattooed on his brother-in-law’s leg! Michael’s brother-in-law asked
him to create a tattoo design of an eye with a zipper. Michael will graduate with a Liberal Arts
degree from Northern Essex Community College this May. By 2003, he plans to be a film
student at New York University. Ultimately, he plans to be a professional filmmaker.
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FrontCover “Bue-eved” inkdrawine LauraVaun Spring
BackCover “MvBrotherMatt” pencildrawing MichaelM.Ciacamitaro
1 ParnassusProfiles
2 inkdrawing D.Lambert
4 SoulofSprins poem ShellvBegin
4 VisagesBroken poem lillianHarlow 2002
5 “Ice Works” photograph CatherineMurphy
6 “A” illustration AnnM.Coughlin
6 RadioDaze storv lavHobson
9 “LessisMore” black/whiteinkillustration DianeFolev
9 FullMoon poem CristineM.Dimario
10 photoeraph DonnaTavlor
11 Ganga’sSacredRiver poem lanetWittlinger
12 Internal poem ErinMulcahv
12 “Counterpart" drawing AlanChurcb
13 “ThisismvHeart WhenIRead” painting StephanieBaker
14 “TranauilForest” black/whitegraphic SusanDelanev
15 NewEnglandSundav poem AimeeMurray
16 BlueberriesFlambe poem DelightReese
16 inkillustration LiannMarie
17 ArchesNat’lPark. Utah photograph lenDickert
18 “LessisMore” black/whiteinkillustration RaeAnnPartridge
19 Muses(partone) storvbvZhanaLevitskv ArtbvAllenHoman
20 Muses(parttwo) storvbvZhanaLevitskv ArtbvAndvChapman
21 Muses(partthree) storvbvZhanaLevitskv ArtbvStefanHuneler
22 Muses(partfour) storvbvZhanaLevitskv ArtbvKirstenPaulson
23 HiddenThings poem VioletaR.Cormier
23 “BleedingHearts” photograph CatherineMurphv
24 photograph MarvannMoore
25 Shrine poem ReginaFaithWeeks
25 computerillustration StevenRinaldo
26 Crucifix photograph AlanChurch
26 MiddleEast poem Lon
27 pencildrawing RobMendoza
28 Shadows poem ValbonaLavdori
28 “GlobalPohulation” illustration lenDickert
29 charcoaldrawing AndreaShine
29 MvLastBallField poem AngelitaEscibano
30 Windchimes poem KelleighA.Mansur
31 “GoodAfternoon” photograph ShawnWebster
32 “GroundhoeDav” photograph DeannaMaglio
33 Grounded poem ZhanaLevitskv
33 inkillustration laredRementer
34 “Aneeliaue” pencildrawing ChristinaEldridge
35 black/whitegraphic R.S.Giacalone
35 Michael poem B.A.Guerrera
36 WakingUp poem ShavnaL.O’Donohue
36 charcoaldrawing RavMcIntyre
37 ThePot poem DelightReese
38 storv RalphSantosuosso
39 photograph lessBeckford
40 Submissioninformation
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Anxiously waits
it
the delicate hands of spring
Spriijg beneath fallen snow
and under icicles
of that dangle like frozen memories.
A hibernation of every hue.
Tasting so bland, those gray
Soul
everlasting days.
The blossoms have yet to arrive
and
still
sometimes feel the soul of spring
I
caressing my skin with its warm
breeze
and feeding my impatient eyes.
But for now the earth is only white
Pale with the slumbers of life.
SHELLY BEGIN
cr Like the many-faceted mirror
of an icicle,
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suddenly shattered
into a thousand
sparkling shards,
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can now see
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what once was hidden
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of what had become.
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And now have changed.
can now shine
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like the afternoon sun,
glinting
on those sharp fragments
of ice.
HAKLOW
JILLIAN
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ICE WORKS CATHERINE MURPHY
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eighty years old, Sam Goldstein's hands shook.
Gripping the flimsy plastic disposable razor as hard
as he could, to steady those hands, didn't help. He
swore that the beard that his beloved Anna had never
ANN M. COUGHLIN allowed, would soon take residence on his chin. Its
landscape was currently adorned with nicks, scrapes
(Illustration)
and bits of bloodstained toilet paper.
Sam had been a widower for only three months
and this afternoon he was going to rejoin the weekly
cribbage game. The game had been a favorite pas-
time for Anna, and he enjoyed the friendly discus-
sions with Leo and Sadie Neubauer who hosted the
game at their house for the last
five years.
He didn't feel like going. He
didn't feel like doing anything. He
felt numb. He missed Anna desper-
ately and the single tear tracing its way
down his right cheek through wispy dried
foam testified to that.
Sam finished shaving and toweled his sting-
ing face. He looked into the mirror for a final inspec-
tion ofthe damage that he'd wrought, glancing over his
right shoulder as he'd done amillion times. Annawould
always be there, telling him to hurry or giving him the
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S last bits ofgossip she'd heard. The empty space in her
©S3 o absence stung more than the after-shave.
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o C0£i Sam fixed his tie, put aft-esh pack ofChesterfields in
1 his shirt pocket and adjusted his fedora. It didn't seem
><- fair; atwo pack-a-day smoker since the age oftwelve
S3 and he was still among those present and Anna had died
ofa heart attack at seventy and had never smoked a
single cigarette.
Sam checked his appearance one last time in the
mirror bythe front door on his way out. Satisfiedthat
nothing further could be done to offsetthe ravages of
time, he went outside for the first time in three weeks,
closing and locking the door behind him.
The Neubauers lived only ablock away and even that
short distance left him panting as he reached the top
oftheir stoop and gave the brass doorknocker three
sharp raps.
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Leo Neubauer answered the door. “Sam! Come ‘“Two dollars!” The man’s down turned
in! Come in! Sadie! Sam’s here!” he called. mouth and knowing nod implied he was making
“And who else would be at the door?” Sadie agreat sacrifice. “Make it eight andyou’ve got
a deal.”
Neubauerwalked into the foyer drying her hands 2002
on ateatowel. She reached behind her and untied “Make itfive dollars and you’ve got my
the string ofher apron. It came loose and she money.”
quickly folded it and placed it on the table next to “Done! Thankyou sir, you know afine piece
the empty umbrella stand. “Instead ofcribbage we
ofelectronic equipment when you see it.” He
thoughtyou’d to join us for atrip to theJewish
handed Sam the broken radio.
Community Center’s annual tag sale to raise money
for a school.” Leo and Sadie approached Sam unseen from
behind him.
“Well, I... ”
“I used to have a radio like that duringthe
“Good! It’s settled. Leo, get your coat.”
war,” Leo said.
Leo reached across his friend and took a gray
Sam turned to show his new possession to
sport coat from the brass hat and coat stand in the
his friends.
comer. ‘“There’s no sense arguing, Sam,” he
whispered. “She’s got her mind set on buying “Does it work?” Sadie asked.
something.”
“Nope,” Sam replied. A sound oftriumph
Sam smiled at his friend and in couple of was in his voice.
minutes all three were walkingthe four blocks to “You bought a radio that doesn’t work!”
theJewish Community Center.
Sadie was incredulous.
It was two o’clock in the afternoon when they “That’s right. Listen, I have a lot oftime on
arrived and the place was a veritable hive of my hands, and fixingthis old radio will fill that
activity. It reminded Sam ofan anthill with its up. Besides, Anna and I used to listen to one
mass ofants in constant motion. With hands
just like this during the War. It could be the
clasped behind his back and with a slight stoop, same one for all I know.” Sam was too busy
Sam began to slowly walk among the people, some
examining his radio to notice the look of
ofwhom had their treasures laid out on long, bewilderment passing between Leo and Sadie.
neatly organized tables.
That evening Sam took the radio to his attic
He found himselflooking at faces and listening workbench and began tinkering and soldering.
to stray bits ofconversation. He wanted to rejoin After a few hours the radio was ready. “It can
the living. Walking down each successive row of wait until morning,” Sam thought. “I’m too
merchandise Sam picked up and inspected the odd
tired.” With a great yawn and even greater
piece ofceramic pottery, china, hardware and an stretch, Sam retired to the couch. Since Anna
old 1940’s radio. “How much for this?” he asked
died, he couldn’t bring himselfto sleep in their
the elderly owner.
big empty bed.
“It doesn’t work, but for the right person with The next day dawned crimson and warm.
the right know how it could work again. How Sam went to the attic, retrieved the radio and
aboutten dollars?” brought it down to the kitchen table where the
“How about two dollars?” Sam loved to dicker. lightwas better and aplugwas handy next to
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the table. He set it on the table, plugged it Sam smiled back.
in and waited. Slowly the dial in the center
Outside, Leo Neubauer was pounding on the
ofits face began to glow and Sam smiled
door. “Sam! Sam!”
confidently.
A police officer passing by heard the shouting
He turned the knob to tune in his favorite
and came over. “What’s going on?”
talk station, but every station played the same
thing-music from 1944. Even the ads were for “It’s my friend, Sam; he left his jacket at my
products he hadn’t seen since the War. Sam home last night. I know he’s an early riser so I
shook his head and decided to get the morn- came to bring it to him and he doesn’t answer the
ingpaper to sort oflet his head clear. His door. I’m concemed-please help me!”
mind was obviously playing tricks on him.
“Do you have a key?” the cop asked.
He shufQed to the door in his most com-
“No, but he keeps one taped under the
fortable bathrobe (Anna had given it to him in mailbox.”
1943) and slippers. He reached the door and
opened it, squinting against the early morning The cop retrieved the key and entered the
sun. Lifting the paper from the stoop he apartment. Leo followed close behind him.
noticed several things. The robe that used to The policeman began a search ofthe upstairs
have frayed sleeves and small tears from rooms while Leo started to search downstairs,
constant wear was in brand new condition. each calling Sam’s name.
Overhead, a squadron ofP-38’s flew in forma-
tion, droning out the neighborhood noises, When the officer returned downstairs, Leo was
and there was a milkman delivering milk in a standing over the body ofhis friend lying peace-
white uniform and black bow tie next door. fully, it seemed, on the couch. The officer placed
The man saw him and gave him a jaunty wave. two fingers on Sam’s neck.
Sam waved weakly in return. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, and looked up at Leo
Sam went back inside, slowly closing the compassionately.
door and leaning on it for support as his Leo stood there, slowly shaking his head. “Oh
knees felt like rubber. He started to walk back Sam, Sam,” he whispered.
to the kitchen and only got halfway when he
Sam lay there, a slight smile on his face. He
thought he’d heard a noise. He turned, but
was clutching a photo ofAnna (taken in the
nothing was there. When he reached the
kitchen in 1944) to his chest. In the kitchen, the
kitchen he noticed, now that he was fully
old radio sat on the kitchen table; an oldies
awake, that the kitchen was back the way it
station was playing amelody from long ago.
was before they remodeled it in 1946. “This is
so screwy.’’
“Don’t be afraid.”
Sam spun around at the sound ofthe
familiar voice ofAnna. “What’s happening?”
“It’s time,” she said, smiling kindly at him.
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