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Fall 2013
Staff
Editor in Chief
Lisa Mathews
Editors
Editors Note
First of all, Id like to thank every single
person that submitted to us for their
consideration. Its truly a blessing that
we have writers and artists dedicated
enough to their work for us to be able to
cobble together an issue, especially on so
cramped a time period. As a
publication, we strive to present some of
the best of what Rutgers has to offer. At
the same time, we have to also recognize
the difficulties with upkeeping a print
medium on a modern college campus.
For that, I also have to thank every
single one of you reading this note for
believing, at least a little, in the power
and significance of the arts. The power
of language and image will never die as
long as there are people willing enough
to observe them with an open mind.
Nicholas Abraham
Matthew Tomasello
Lucero Calleo
Layout Editor
Lucero Calleo
Cover Art
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Table of Contents
Page ~ Title and Author/Artist
4 ~ Blood by Raka Chaki
5 ~ Intensity by Amy Caprioni
6 ~ Your Hands and My Mind by Alexander Velazquez
7 ~ Koto Players at Rons Spring Festival by Jose Gabriel
Alvarez-Manilla Sanchez
8 ~ Lifeless Memory by Brandon Robert
8 ~ Gabe Being Awesome by Wesley Jen
9 ~ Lightweight by Margot Rjaud
10 ~ Good Church Folk by Daniel Al-Daqa
12 ~ Untitled by Ishita Jain
14 ~ Anonymous Friend by Brandon Robert
14 ~ Nicaraguan Boy by Nisha Datt
15 ~ Reality Is Striped by Andrew Park
16 ~ momma bird blues by Michelle Moncayo
17 ~ Route 18 to Rutgers by Ronnie Mendoza
18 ~ Elizabeth, New Jersey by Michelle Moncayo
19 ~ Waterfall at Steamboat Springs by Amy Caprioni
20 ~ Shining by Arielle Bookspan
21 ~ Untitled 1 by Ted Spade
22 ~ Untitled 2 by Ted Spade
23 ~ Untitled by Scott Severa
24 ~ Give It Time by Brandon Robert
25 ~ Colorado Rockies by Amy Caprioni
~Nick Abraham
Blood
Raka Chaki
Intensity
Amy Caprioni
Alexander Velazquez
Koto players
at RONS spring
festival
Jose Gabriel Alvarez-Manilla Sanchez
So that together,
Intertwined we will remain.
Wings caught up in the wind
Wind held captive by the wing
We are lost
But liberated in the purpose of our love.
Your hands are enough for my comfort.
And my mind for your freedom.
Wesley Jen
LIFELESS MEMORY
Brandon Robert
Lightweight
Margot Rjaud
Just eat this, they say
You like pineapple, dont you?
Shoo, be gone, you cloud of gray
I wont waste another second pretending to chew.
The morsels of meat
stain my brain.
I cant be beat.
They say the emptiness yields pain,
but I dont mind.
Something about the lightness
makes the emotion and the strain harder to find.
Swallow the clouds, Id do this.
Its okay, good today.
No one will be in my way.
9
Daniel Al-Daqa
11
Ishita Jain
ANONYMOUS FRIEND
Brandon Robert
Nisha Datt
While I was in
Nicaragua, for
about a week
or so with
Rutgers
University on a
Public Health/
Medical
Brigade,
we had an
educational
lesson for the children and adults of the community. Our topic
was dental hygiene. As I was listening to the educational
lesson, I noticed this boy listening eagerly.
14
Reality is Striped
Andrew Park
15
Michelle Moncayo
when the night comes moaning all I see is my
skim
milk
bones,
skeleton tree swallowing
a waning crescent glass of milk,
waning, swaying, praying in Gsus.
hollow whale wind,
tell me how the blues sing.
Im tired of thinking
drinking moonlight out of measuring cups
measuring
the space between my ribs
i walk like a rain soaked tin can man
got a rusted spine tuned to a B minor
and a hollow in my throat
that I carved like a pumpkin
with fingers sharp like picked bird bones tell me why I feel like a momma bird
without young to feed.
oh whale wind
some folks say the blues is a woman
but the blues is but a momma bird regurgitating.
Route 18 to Rutgers
Ronnie Mendoza
17
18
19
Shining
Arielle Bookspan
Shining armor
Untitled
Ted Spade
darkest skies.
searched for
brightest star.
obtain the world
genuine
perfection
dream open.
Distance
effect of world
weightless
darkest days
looking up
20
supernova
21
Untitled
Ted Spade
That in the loss of Love, may Love be found anew.
Not of another, or of God, but of Love.
Love that lives in itself a fact,
Love that triumphs over its own demise.
In death it resurrects in knowledge and in wisdom,
In wisdom and knowledge it spreads like the wind,
Breezing without effort, moving on its own accord.
Unstoppable, unthinkable to be halted.
For it becomes a part of nature in its nature,
A truth of truth in the face of lies it leaves.
What we lose is shackles and without bondage we are freed.
Freedom in mournful reconciliation.
Saved in crucifixion.
Love for all and Love for none,
And one that no longer loves still loves
But whose Love remains a lesson in Love.
Taught not by fear or punishment,
Though it could have been by whipping as painful,
But by patience and understanding.
The forever Love is learned and tempered like steel
To cut the heartstrings of all but only one more.
A blade that cannot dull yet is too fragile to use but once,
And again in terror and trepidation is used all the same
When the time comes and the one calls.
For one for Love is many and singular.
Love defies all things and supports all things,
Love builds in destruction like no other.
No other but God yet God is spoken for here.
And while there may be no God there is Love,
Which needs not what we think except its truth,
That it is real and it is true even when it is false,
When not even God can make it lie.
22
Scott Severa
GIVE IT TIME
Brandon Robert
Colorado Rockies
Amy Caprioni
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