Category: Spring 2018

Rediscovering Dirk DeJong

Tim Kemp had beautiful hands — an artist’s hands — all long graceful fingers and smooth planes. They were beautiful to see and beautiful to watch. His hands were rarely at rest, always doodling little characters or writing funny sayings. Tim once said he got his start drawing in the second grade, scrawling on the bathroom walls of his elementary school in Mt. Washington, a neighborhood on the east side of Cincinnati. Then his doodles moved from bathroom tiles to sketchbooks and from sketchbooks to newsprint. His friends now mention him in the same breath as some of the...

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Is this how it goes

You probably don’t want to let your eyelids fall in order to keep this feeling, flashes of velveteen voices, soft and slow, drowsy on the edge of dreams, fleeting and forever at the same time, the kind of night that lasts eternities and doesn’t happen at all… Were you laughing or crying?  No one could tell. You hum when you’re tired and the tune echoes through everyone’s bones, causing an ache so deep that it seems to be more inside of yourself than something you can feel. It’s not always good but it always means something, so isn’t that some sort of consolation? Little towns, party towns, middle-of-nowhere towns, where growing up just means you can walk around later than you used to, when you and your friends spend summer, thighs shellacked to the swing set in cutoff jeans, never sleeping, limbs splayed ‘cross each others’ with hands in your hair. Intimacy creeps in and avoids the creaky porch steps, avoids how the screen door waivers in the storm, keeps slamming with a Bang Bang Bang wraps tendrils of nostalgia around your neck and into your lungs… Yeah baby, these are the nights you’ll always remember. This is where your body is gonna rest someday, under the unkept crunchy grass, and you might try to leave it but it’s never gonna leave you. Dirt under your nails and a...

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Group Mind

The game is Mind Meld. “Players, your suggestion is ‘cardigan.’” The objective is to say the same word at the same time as your partner. Dee Dee and Sean lock eyes, stone-faced. The rest of us begin to chant. “3…2…1…” Sean and Dee Dee yell their answers at the same time. “BUTTON!” “TIE!” Sean turns to face Olivia. The previous two words are repeated. The players want to say the same word based off the previous two, “button” and “tie.” The group chants. 3…2…1… “SUIT!” “TUX!” Damn. The seven of us stand in a tight circle. We’re trying to...

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Explanations

ex·pla·na·tion ˌekspləˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun plural noun: explanations a statement or account that makes something clear. a reason or justification given for an action or belief.   “Wait…you were homeschooled?” people often ask me. “How did you socialize? Weren’t you sad that you didn’t get to hang out with friends every day? What about learning how to interact with other people? Your parents must be really strict.” Actually, being homeschooled didn’t mean I never left my house. “What hall are you in?” Actually, I don’t live on campus. “You were engaged? Isn’t that a little young?” Actually, I haven’t figured out...

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Free Spirit

free spirit prolific           despite the norm poetry enveloped   lying leaves words swirling from the page can you hear the            wind whispering words    most of           them                   don’t understand there’s                           something deeper here you                 are not afraid      to be                                ‘nature’s first green is gold’ light lilts      autumn leaves                               poetry                     and                prose artistic eye                                                           paints the world we      hold the    brush the sun kisses the earth golden red thoughts and beauties they have yet to see crimson autumn beautiful songs                      and       melodies       that have gone before by artists                 ...

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