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TAREQ BROWN ANONYMOUS Dior HEWLETT NICOLE DANIELLE RAGO LEIGH PATTERSON ASHLEY BLEAM + Eavesdrop 6 Mona Lisa to Twioay 7 Reflection 8 Becoming a Boy Scout What Comes Next 2 two 16 Flight ofthe Phoenix 18 Because There's Beauty in ‘aBrachdown 24 Cream Dream 25 Poor Goals 26 untitled 27 Enveloping Memory of Summer 29 To Choose 34 Daylight Waning 35 This ondtthat 38 Human Trafficking 43 Dear New York HOLLY KENT Bavesdrop [bitin the subway unnotied, my bed ls inthe plush embrace of the caches red leather my foc trod in the depths ofthe musty, dlaycold nowspoper lam pretending to ead. Across from me it fo SJouna men. young en wth tanned faces ard muscled erry expen $oe jear and predatory smiles, Mest people woul think thern en fctrtve pal |think-thelr whe, atraight teeth and lean, graced Sodio, But derek, Ica summon ne edmitetion fr the becuty of thir dale-loshod, heey ded syer—for | ar cle enough ove the Clee oftheir expresion. ean take ro plecsre inthe th, are~ Gant curves of hel ich, ful-ipped moulls—for | am doteencugh to Fear the words, emeraing For them. Eavescroppig on the conversations of strangers he watching the lest fou minutes of@ soap opera you've never seen before—you fleserately attempt to understand the coryplex persel histories fand Byzantine romartie relationships of people you do nat now, Sosed on afew enlgmat, imperfectly comprehended words, Usually, Tove geting @glmpse ino anew and ion wer led with feuding sibs, warring spowie, ering friends, onary bose, ond febelous cilten | will never Rr. Usually inthe prosont istonce, however, wish that had cstton wel to stuff into my cars—loud muse to pipe into my headphones “onything Satand te oun out the smooth, sme vole ofthe sect apng oung men siting opposite mein the dense, crowded hoct ofthese thay cor ‘They are talking cbout wornen—theve sich yourng men, with ther thich hor carefully syed inte seeming carelsiness thelr this ox: pensive watches cped round ther hick, powerful wits. Ther Sates ere filed, not with wenmth of french o the heat of over, but Auth the cold cinial detachment of slentits dscusing urpleosant, put intereting specimens af alin Ife, To them, wuld seem, tomen are noting more and rething les than beds. Is aot that they tae plecsure ir the female fort hear no words prae forthe intriate delicacy of femole bones—the subtle curves of female lsh ton thal lips. No, ruteud they speck ofthe female bedy os acstater ful thing to be exorined and judged—used and dicarded cs they choose. HOLLY KENT "nave neve: met these boys with tel lean, elegant hands and ‘mean, watchful eyes | ull ever speak a word to them, nor they ime. fn yet somehow (and I do net Rew quite hes) they have the Power to wound me. Ils to them speak, and Iceave tobe a dauch= ter, ster, aunt, cousin friend, lover, arti, dreame:, hole. | became nthina, Nothing but an unsavory mass of hat limbs, and flesh, Ee be despised by cthers and hated by misele ‘The subway stops wth a stomach-tuming lurch | now eagerly eda ing my way towards the dor, keep ray bolance, swaying to and fro with the practiced grace of aherdlened commuter. The boys, on the ‘other hand, ere throw off their fest and bac’ inte thelr sects, cit cursing rom them) and laughter (rom others). As he struggles to get back onto his feet, | meet one ofthe boys eyes, and he sles at me, Fi smile as practiced and unthinairg asthe easy motion of my city ‘ellos body inthe croude subway. Hei handome, and he nous ‘this eyes~ donk as bruses aginst his warm, honey-golskin—are comn- plecent—arregent—assured, It shows on his facethe conviction that 's resist Bult can rest him. {ook at him, and resi the temptation to sie ‘back st him, ike the polte and well-mannered gi | wes brought up to be, Hook at him, ond rest the temptation to forget the ugliness of his ‘character inthe dari, anguiar beauty of hs body and hs face. {lool at fhm, and rest the ternptation to believe wht fe so lel believes, hhinsef—that nels the sun, and ony gi eught to consider herelf ucey to move inhib orblt—to have so brillant an object ot the center of hor tives. Iie chim, then. Not the smile he seeks—the pleased, aching," ‘cam hardly believe my good fertune, that scinsone ive you shoul <deign to notice someone le me" smile, No. My snileb one, not of plecsure, but of reli, elit thet though he fas et hive pc ny judge the judge ofall women, ene ther worth—I need not accept Fis verdict, Iam jus as copable of making jucaments—of pain sen~ tence—as he. nd-in my judgment-he ls beneath contempt ‘unworthy of netics. Anelso, turn my back onli, And then |step through the subway doors, out inte the darkness. Holy Konto Hitory MA student cumenty competing Ker motor thes, ‘bout abolltonie woes fetion nthe ontebotim Lined States WHITNEY ALEXANDER Mons Lita te Twigsy Mone Lato Tag How did we get here Beauty equals death Hollow eyes and atrangle Lninteligertsmor is know what's wane Bint the acunt gl looking back of them at fot 9 that are perfection We court the moles, pounds colores mou if dur But ts 9 conte botte Soaifwe do Unianpy fe dont Mona to Twiggy ‘Thereest bea renien there ae pcintings of her, Insteed of row “The balboa, magzahes scream {wore to srecm 00 Stile with tics and an empty stomach Tm red oft But who's top it? Hppines comes nc rm the subi, THEY soy ut then THEY tell swe con't buy the Jans we want ‘Why, because we re the average Stuck betuwen Mora Lie ard Twlaay ELIZABETH WYSOCKI Re lection The dilng breeze ond mel of olen eaves -Aritue of clon, withholding a pathora of emstions The ight yellow and orange glowing live fre, Deep rfid with «raging pasion The beautiful Lareness of te ros Upon a hilton, the ed laced delay botween the sas of green and yellow, teasing me. ‘cold bracse bier the dr of mf, 2s line the sal of utr, fealng nothing bu contentment ‘The bterseet felis ofthe warm sun against my ace «the sun slow sets against the ble ocean of hy Colas dance across the ground tothe dacae ture of saying benches cond the gerte hum of windblown lasven, Ai ste cold begins to perce the skin, lacvingcraced knuckles. “he molncholy of an early sunset, «sft sah andl sweet sie ee the sno the ty grows dort, lowing fling into the sea exploding with clr, Lie © voleno of re ard cuburn agonst the dark, ‘od evening cen be fo beaut end ilo crt to watch the color blend nel fade it the deo, But oe gt a warm hae to face the cold wine ane vith a worm near to acs the darn, lage the davn of anew day Le Wieck Undeclared LIZ LONDEN Becoming a Boy Scout "Phil, wohe us! | just heard a bear,* | whispered to my brother across the tent, my voice quivering, Although | had started the night in my own tent, the imaginary shadows | sou ‘moving across the synthetic wollshed sent me hurling across the campsite ito my brother’ tent. “This was the fist night of a month-\ong camping and hiking trip across the Alasian wilderness with my brothers Boy Seout Troop 41. Even theush I wes only thirteen and a girl, my stepfar ‘ther, the Seout Master, had dragged me along. He claimed the experience of roughing it for a month without televtons, malls, ‘and phone; would teach me a fot about life. | wos les enthua? ‘sti since had wanted my summer to be carefree, full of days Iying by the pool with my friends Instood, | wes stranded in the midale of the forest, trembling in foar. While my brothers comatore state wes not interrupted by my intrusion, my attempts at sleep were useless. Every ‘cracking twig or wind gust sent chilb down my spine. lwes sue ‘abilack bear would take no pity on a defenseles gir, end that this night would be my last ‘Aer surviving the night, | mace a decition the next day, Being awake all night mecl the full day of hiking very dificut I complained all day long becouse of my heavy pack, The Scouts spent most of the morning teasing me about my late right care. After lunch, | reclized that none ofthe Scouts were hilsing with me. They had separated themselves from me by filing at a pace | could not Reep uo with. After being shunned from the group, | realized that I needed to change my attitude: From thi point on, | would no longer be the difficult scared gi that all the Boy Scouts thought l wes. | would push mya to be ‘accepted as @ member of Trocp 4, ach dy, | began to contribute more to our community, Over the next three weeks, Iearned how to set up tants wash corrmunal dishes, and carry the gear to ecch campsite. These ‘tasks were not naturally easy for me, as they seemed to be for everybody ese. It took me almost tuo weeks to finally se us LIZ LONDEN my tent all by myself. The process of ossembling elght pokes of various sizes and shoving them into thelr correct holes was dif- cuit for me. The worst part, though, was hammering the eight stokes firmly into the ground as the support for the tent. When- ‘ver | thought | had finally mastered cut the art of tent pitching, my tent would collapse with the fist hint of a breeze. Instead of letting this frustrate me, Itried to view each fatlure as an opportunity to learn something new. As | progressed, my successes in simplor aspect of carping motivated me to try more adventurous things. Each day, | looked forward to the time after dinner, as the sun was setting, Although it sounds ike ciché, we would hud- dle around the campfire and tell ghost stories for hours, Nor~ mally, these scary stories would have kept me up all night. scared of every sound that came from outside. Now that | was «a tough Scout, joined in, aelding my own tales. My big test of acceptance come about three weeks into the trip. Our day of hiking had brought us toa fiteen-foot cliff overlooking a set of swift rapids. One by one, the scouts leaped off this cif and fell into the roaring rapids beiow. Before | knew it, | was one of the lst members cf the aroup stil standing on the ledge. | realized that my turn te prove myself was quickly ‘apprecching. Looking at the powerful water below me, | felt my fear trying to take over once again. Instead of surrendering to my fright, | took a deep brecth and jumped, screaming the entire way down. The rush of cold water surrounded my body as | gasped for air. After a second of thrashing, I ealized I was fine. As floated around a huge dead tree, the Scouts came in sight, ell seated on a boulder. They cheered and gave me high fives. finally felt the acceptance that | had longed for atthe begin- ning of the trip. Iwas no longer Phils whiney litle ster, more ofa burden than ahelp. Ihhad proven to myself and the other scout members that | was capable of doing everything they ‘ould, At this moment, | was just another member of Troop 41. ‘And this was the greatest feeling in the world LIX LONDEN Now, my ster is thirteen, and it's her turn to face the chal- lenges ofthe Boy Scouts. As | hear her argue and beg my step father to get out of the summer trip, l remember my own reluc- trance six years ogo, | now that its now my sstr’s time to ox plore ond dlicover more about herself than she could pasiily now, | smile, thinbing that I cannot wait to hear her stories. ‘pleat Ladi Heep orere PHRObGY teatro Phoanty Arison