Washington College's Student Literary and Arts Magazine

Issue: March 2013

Comic: Edgar Allan Bro

Comic: Edgar Allan Bro

“Quoth the Raven…”

A River’s Haikus

A River’s Haikus

…will you look at me? you environmental foes…

Two Poems

Two Poems

by Alex Vidiani ’15, Staff Writer

Volksgag

(Volk: German – “people/nation.” Gag: English – “restraint”)

Escape to, no, through this hum and buzz
of gorged cash registers, leather bound Jesus,

Mary, and Joseph V. Stalin. You can’t run
from what you can afford, can’t hide from

another easy shot, trick thrill, shit –
drilled by Anti-Marxism again, again. That flutter

of bills, that sputter of the drawer as it SLAMS open,
leaving you to feed from under the wing of Mama’s

home-made, finger-sucking feast through a straw.
Tired and hot, you bathe in that wasteland dubbed

SUPERFAST and politically sound, massaging
soot into the folds of your neck and chin.

Now there are no graffiti’d walls to topple, no
conscripted guards to disarm and tie-down or

Everclear molotovs to hurl at whirring sirens. Now
you only hear DING DING as you PUNCH the buttons.

Ding ding, baby: the microwave-minute meals are ready,
but nobody can pass up the red ball and leather straps.

Over the Counter, Under the Sheets

Go ahead and grab the rubber
ducky, he can be your third mate.

Slip the empty bottle upside down
underwater and rocket it through

the roof, riding it to the moon, but soon
B6 – you’re sunk beneath the waves.

Don’t worry about making noise,
your roommate isn’t sober enough

to come in to check on your state
of mind, or body; mind your knobby

knees in climbing from the powder-white
tub. I think the dramatist is at the door.

I Am No Sailor

I Am No Sailor

…Although the coming of morn’ may not bring safety,
may not bring light,
I will not perch…

Wind

Wind

…sunken eyes gaze at me from another world
as my hand reaches to hide my face…

To the Moon

To the Moon

by Kristen Field

Are you speaking about me
Right now?
Did you see the X
(Or was it infinity?)
Lying across the moon?
And is everything
Just now
Making sense to you
Like it is to me?
Is the static electricity of it all
Too much?
Or is it something exciting
Jolting you into life
In a way that makes you realise
You haven’t been a part of it
Until now?
Are you scared?
I’m scared.
I just wanted you to know
Because I have a feeling –
A gut instinct –
That this might be the first step:
Telling you.
Now that we’re both on the same page
Maybe we can get somewhere.
To the moon.
X does mark the spot, after all.
And if it was infinity
I’ll take that as a sign
That we have an eternity to figure out the universe
And all its clouds
Together.

Haikus

Haikus

A portrait of the
artist is nothing more than
determination.

Watching Grandma in the Garden

Watching Grandma in the Garden

…I watched from a distance, careful not to
interrupt the order of things…

To the Tonger

To the Tonger

by Alex Stinton ’14

for David

“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.” Franz Kafka

It is no matter that the Bay isn’t the sea:
winter falls a cold shadow, freezes
all just the same. Kafka would agree.
He might even say (between you and he)
that yours is the graver undertaking: “Waterman,
tonging in the darker months, trading dip–net
and roller for rakes, crustacean for bivalve,
stubble for swaying beard . . . Yes, out there,
on that ice–pocked Bay, you breach
the cold skin of existence, reaching, solitary,
blind with rain and wind and fear, into
the depths of the unknown. The ultimate
test of faith, informed by instinct. And in that
black, prehistoric mud, you find oysters.”

Photograph by Aileen Gray ’14
Fish Tank

Fish Tank

We all know this fish tank
as well as we know ourselves…