Rambunctious Fall 2015

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15 Tate Horan --- '17
Generations A room of shades. My cousins in black, some I haven’t seen in years; my mom, somber in a long skirt, torn black ribbon affixed above her breast pocket. The coffin is wheeled in, squeaky on the temple floor (she almost swatted that fly, Mom confides later - her mother hated insects) and we rise and sit and stand again. The walls are filled with bodies. Their names are written in gold (-plated nickel) and coins balance against the curve of my grandmother’s ‘y’. On the way home, Mother wipes her face, ribbon still pinned to her jacket, wads of tissues in her pockets. I think she’s used them all this week. Dad coughs in the front seat, still battling the cold from a month ago. He didn’t want to make her leave, and she didn’t want to tell him when to go, but we all have to sleep and we have to be home by Tuesday. When did I become the one to tell us when to go? When do I become the one who places rocks above their names? Stephanie Dushay --- '16 16
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Page 13 and 14: The Truth x4 Laugh When inside I ha
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Page 21 and 22: Fishing : A Mock Heroic Poem Scales
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