Prairie Light Review : Anti- - Spring/Summer 2003

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Spring/Summer 2003
Volume XXIII Number 2
-gratitude
We gratefully acknowledge Meri Phillips and Student Activities, Dr
Wendolyn Tetlow and Jan Geesaman of the Liberal Arts Division, Dr. Chris
Picard, Vice President of Academic Affairs, and Joyce Abel of the
Continuing Education Division for their financial support, guidance, and
enthusiasm for this project.
-The Editors and Staff, Prairie Light Review Spring 2003
-editor’s note
I would personally like to thank everyone who has helped me on my
journey through my two years on the Prairie Light Review. Here is a list
ofjust a few of them: Tammie Bob, Gloria Golec, Alice Snelgrove, Meri
Phillips and Courtney Campbell
“Love in our life is just too valuable, oh to feel for even a second with-
out it. But life without death is just impossible, oh to realize something
is endin’ within us"
Flaming Lips- Feeling Yourself Disintegrate
“Sometimes reality is too complex for oral communication. But legend
embodies it in a form which enables it to spread all over the world."
Alpha 60 in the Jean-Luc Godard film Alphaville
-editor-in-chief
Todd Swiss
-staff
(winter)
Izidora AngeL, Karen Chan, Jason Harmon, Shannon Harmon, Amy Jacobson,
Brandon Jerger, Johanna Medrano, and ALLison Steinhauer
(spring)
James Brittain, Katherine Fearnley, Tammy HoLowicki, Amy Jacobson,
Brandon Jerger, Sarah Kaspar-Hannigan, Sarah Lensink, Johanna Medrano,
Tom Montgomery, Emily Ruggles, Ben Vilimek, Kathrin Weber, and Dave
Ziemba
-advisor
Tammie Bob
-policy
The Prairie Light Review welcomes original short fiction, poetry, short
drama, essays, photographs, and illustrations from students, faculty,
staff, and the District 502 community. All submissions must adhere to
the guidelines and be accompanied by a letter of authenticity.
Submissions are reviewed anonymously by the editorial board.
Address submissions and correspondence to:
The Prairie Light Review
SRC 1558
College of DuPage
425 Fawell Blvd.
Glen Ellyn, IL 60137
942-2733
(630)
contents
-poetry
6 True Love in Westmont Barbara Eaton
8 Early June After Each September Susan Auld
9 Heroin(e) Todd Swiss
20 Almost Unveiled Sarah Lensink
32 Deep Katherine Belon
40 At the Office Virginia Kammerer
42 Blues and the Heart of Zen Steve Smith
46 The Taste of Each Day Jason Snart
47 Enflamed Mardelle Fortier
71 Attention Long-Winded Poets... Todd Swiss
72 Words Katherine Belon
79 Delivery Brian VandenBos
80 Solitude Susan Auld
82 The Forever Question Tricia Cimera
-prose
11 Love is a Loyal Erection Keith Barlog
21 Music Lessons Laura Toops
33 Coercion and Effect Michael Polinski
49 Or So I’ve Heard Brian VandenBos
61 Pharmacy Tammy Holowicki
74 Brainboy John Kuharik
83 It Always Comes Around William Corvo
-photography
7 In Between Emily Ruggles
10 Me Boot Chris Link
31 Outside Eisenhower Bradley Banaszek
73 Sewers Bradley Banaszek
81 Jetz Odernie Emily Ruggles
-illustration, print, etc
cover Mom Joe Benigni
19 Boy and Gull Friend Joe Benigni
41 The Place of my Dreams Christina Chin
44 And the Lord said, “But it was not my fault. Christina Chin
(bLasphemization of Aaron Douglas’s “Noah’s Ark.’’)
48 Irish Wish Christina Chin
70 Mushrooms Beware Joe Benigni
78 Brushing Hair Richard Voss
87 Untitled Olivia Kent
True Love in Westmont
-Barbara Eaton-
used to dream
I
That one day I'd grow up,
And have a nice man to take me
To a Little place near my house
Where they have neon Lights
And jazz and froglegs every Friday night.
That little place
Is a dry cleaners now.
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In Between
-Emily Ruggles-
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Early June After Each September
-Susan AuLd-
Sweet scents of summer honeysuckle
catch a ride
on the back of a breeze
flowing through the open window
lifting the hem of the lace curtain.
I exhale, expecting to see the smoke of my breath
but the chill catches in my throat
and wrap my shawl around my shoulders
I
to calm the cold
in the warm air.
Your echo ripples through our rooms,
silent-movie lights flicker
on the darkened hallway walls
where your shadow roams,
and, I sit in my chair
near the open window
listening for the crunch on the drive,
the thud of the car door,
the clink of keys, waiting
for the lazy stretch of the calico cat,
turning her head toward the door in anticipation.
I cradle your photo in my arms
keeping you safe and close and warm.
In return you comfort me
as I rock back and forth
a whiff of your musky cologne tickles my nose.
I feel the weight of your hand on my shoulder
and I turn around,
knowing
that you must have slipped in the back door,
realizing
that you must have caught a ride
on the back of the breeze
that lifted the hem of the lace curtain.
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