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NORTHWESTERN STATE UNIVERSITY 00563261 '\rGVS 7] Digitized by the Internet Archive 2013 in http://archive.org/details/argus1991nort Y* ^^ V ARGUS 1991 Editor Madelyn Boudreaux Assistant Editor Jeanne Stallworth ArtEditor WilliamR. Murphy PoetryEditor Carol Bernard Fiction Editor Randy Price Non-fiction Editor Monica Mattieu Editorial Staff Thomas Easterling Charlene Edwards John Franklin Loyd Goodbar Michelle Gremillion Dave Herrel Jennifer Lefeaux Ryan Paul Sara Puryear JohnRigler Marny Stein Michelle Weego JeffWingard ThomasZimmerman The ARGUSstaffwould like to thankDr. GradyBallenger, Dr. Bill Bryant, Dr. Sara Burroughs, Dr. Darryl Colson, Dr. Craig Milliman, Dr. Helaine Ross, and Dr. TomSamet for their helpand support with the contest. We wouldalsoliketothankthestudentsofNorthwesternStateUniversity,and all ofourcontributors. Finally, we thankLadyoftheOaksNursingHome in Lafayette for useof their Macintosh computer when ours was down. ARGUS CONTESTWINNERS FALL1990 Poetry — First: (motorcycl—e) LuciaGreaves Second:#244 Cynthia Lorack — Third: SundayAuction ThomasZimmerman Fiction — First: Underwater Rene' V—an Slate Second: Illness WithoutMe—taphor JulieWingard Third: Roadkiller FredTaulbee Personal Essay — First: ANewBeginning forG—wen Maria E. Jones Second: TurningPoint CorrineSober SPRING 1991 Poetry — First: Heroes JohnRigler — Second: GoingBust ThomasZimmerman — Third: Homecoming Melinda Emanuel Fiction — First: Alostes' Scholaricon —JohnVoorhees First: Foreverand Then Some— Lucia Greaves Second: TheMelonPatch Wayne Self — Third: Room Service in the Morning Daniela Halliburton Personal Essay — First: InHonor ofMy Grandmother JulieWingard Table of Contents Fiction Underwater 3 Rene' Van Slate Foreverand Then Some 14 Lucia Greaves AlostesScholaricon 31 John Voorhees The Melon Patch 62 WayneSelf IllnessWithout Metaphor 73 Julie Wingard Personal Essay A New Beginning forGwen 26 Maria E.Jones In HonorofMy Grandmother 49 Julie Wingard Poetry Heroes 1 JohnRigler (motorcycle) 2 Lucia Greaves #244 9 Cynthia Lorack goingbust 10 ThomasZimmerman Homecoming 12 Melinda Emanuel First Cousin Lucas 13 ThomasZimmerman Fear 18 RickyDarbonne Calepin: Francais 20 DaveHerrel Notebook: English 21 Dave Herrel The Difference 22 LizCarter untitled 23 Sara Puryear Childhood'sEnd 24 MarkPonatowski Seashell 30 Patsy Babars The Kiss 42 Stacey Billingsley untitled 43 WilliamMurphy Brush 44 John Voorhees Wildflowerof Belief 45 Kelly Kingrey untitled 46 LizCarter How DoYou Like Your Eggs? 47 John Voorhees SuchTemptation 48 Randy Price Utopia 52 WilliamMurphy Legacy 53 ChristopherStone The Lover Hidden 54 RickeyWoodward Ofan Evening inJuly 55 MarkR. Stevens One-NightStand 56 Charlene Edwards a poemfor thelatter halfofthe80s 58 WilliamMurphy TheInfinitesimal Aspectsofa Jellybean in YourPocketin Relation to the Universe 59 Melinda Emanuel ISaw Beauty in Her Tears 60 MarkR. Stevens Generation Lapse 64 PeteRadicello SundayAuction 65 ThomasZimmerman VampireWomen 67 RickeyWoodward Prom Queen 68 ThomasZimmerman TheMistsatInverness 69 LuciaGreaves ZebulonCryptic 70 RandyPrice Cigarette-Stained Kiss 71 CynthiaLorack To Man FallingFrom Unimagined StateofGrace 72 LuciaGreaves Nero 76 MadelynBoudreaux Internal Art Ryan Paul 11/19,25,66 WilliamMurphy 29,57,75 ARGUS 1991 Disclaimer: The views, either implied or expressed, contained within this publication are notnecessarilythe viewsofthe administration or staff of Northwestern State University, nor of the editorial staff of this magazine. Heroes/John Rigler It rained yesterday. Jesus laid open the watermelon sky with his knife, just like the lightningdoes it. Today the sunshine stole back the rain, thedried up and finished rind. Jesus was playingin the fallen leaves, rollingin thedust. He likes lurking in the tall grass,just for fun. Hedove into the ocean and cut open a shark with his knife. In its belly was a license plate, it said, "enjoy the dream state." Thenthe shark turned into a school offancy-colored fish which swamaway. All ofmyheroes float inand outofdreamand rhythm. I close myeyes and seea mosaic sunwhich shinesabillion tiny lights within each separate soul. Casual sunbeams: thecolorofa voice, the motion of a hand, theexpression ofa sleeping face. Why can angels fly? Because theyaredancing, laughing feathers. When every motion is anangelbecomingflesh, heaven liesbetween the eye and the setting sun. All doing, all real doingthat movesmountainsand mixesbloods, alludesblunt perceptionand forfeitslegal credenceas well as the pea- cock shouts ofsloppybillboard morality. And whataboutSuperman? Shouldn'thebea hero also? But he says that flyingisn't safeanymore, he rides the subway. He knows crime, hesays, knowsitand hatesit. Heknowscriminalstoo,he sayshe isn'tgoingto fall foranyoftheir tricks. Hesayshe's fallen enough. (motorcycle)/Lwcw Greaves My math teacherridesa motorcycle. Thelast twoguys I slept withride motorcycles. The songon theradio iscalled motorcycle. I feel defined by motorcycles. I want to ridea fuckingdinosauroftwo wheels screechingand throwing rocksand dustand scrawlingequationsdown thehighway. Anymotorcycle will do. I want to hold my own life thrustingand throbbingbetweenmy thighs, not someone else'smusic sighinginmy ears, not someone else'slifedyingonmybelly.