NAR CHP Creative Works Journal Fall 2013

Cover Concept No. 1 Asthrea Camilon

1 Sestina: The Outdoorsmen Judy Mak

3 Star Trails David Cao

4 Sleepwalking to Dornoch Lily Grimes

5 Just Catchin’ Dreams Ashleigh Reed

6 Winter Storm Nemo David Cao

7 Together We Can… Ashleigh Reed

8 Much Judy Mak

9 Untitled Katie Bui

10 My Brain Julia Clausen

11 Wind God Asthrea Camilon

12 Heartwood Pillar Michael Shenk

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A citrine mass of sungazers stricken silent by the shine could find the solar eclipse no less a mystery than the space between their fingers. The world from one edge of a city to the other fell to silence for a minute, the whispered voices of noon echoing. But if the people now had only begun echoing, late were they to know the dark moon's shine or to count cricket chirps by the minute or to love any natural thing they call a mystery when they simply do not know any other name: for birds' morning songs, for trees' fingers. Only disaster singing can open these fingers and these mouths. Their lips form Os, echoing bewilderness to the earth, or some other profanity. Here only the outdoorsmen shine, for to them, the wilderness is no mystery. It only takes them a sliver of a minute, if you asked, to find some music. Not a minute; if you'd asked another person, their fingers would stretch out to Google, this mystery unfolding on the screen, these echoing beats buffering. They cannot hear the shine of dripping dew, or crows calling to each other. We have lost this sense of nature, lost each other indoors, sparing scarcely just a minute to watch the pill bug roll. Or azaleas shine. We can count on less than five fingers the trees whose leaves we know, echoing what to us will always be a mystery—

Sestina: The Outdoorsmen by Judy Mak

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Not the crippled excuse of a mystery that the TV or some other black box gives, like the daily news, echoing, "We'll be back in just a minute!" The host's sparkling diamond-ringed jazz fingers wrinkling as they shine; not bothered to be echoing of some minute or other today, when a mystery-bug hugged a child's fingers and gave her lips an O, and her face—a brilliant shine.

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Winter Storm Nemo by David Cao

Like it lays a cloak of snow over sleeping waves, slow water at winter coast turns sand to milk glass, and salt blooms in the wide blue light of moon; my heart is like this— my heart is sleep relocated to motion Like pain might too pierce that clouded ice, rend down the glacier— (here is thunder birth) and the eyeless sea rises, asks of higher places on that pale body can I be here, can I be here —hold a candle to a sheet of rough marble— my heart is like this—

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Sleepwalking to Dornoch by Lily Grimes

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Just Catchin’ Dreams by Ashleigh Reed

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Winter Storm Nemo by David Cao

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Together We Can Do the Impossible by Ashleigh Reed

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the best writers read a lot--the best cooks taste their labor, the best artists look everywhere at everyone-- and too often, the most cruel have suffered too much and then some.

Much by Judy Mak

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Untitled by Katie Bui

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My Brain by Julia Clausen

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I imagine our first fight. It would be after I helped you with some kind of friend predicament. Then we would clean up dinner, and I would do

something wrong.

Of course, it would be my fault.

We both are very stubborn people, which is why we end up fighting so much.

But it’s also what keeps us together.

It ends with you leaving.

I never give up on an argument. That’s why I need you.

You come in later after some time spent in the kind of cold that always seems to magically clear the mind, and you hear me playing our favorite song.

We definitely have a favorite song at this point.

You smile to yourself then finish the dishes.

When I come out, you’re reading a book. I grab one too; somehow that seems right.

We both nod at each other. No apologies necessary. Then we’re silent – our silences are so beautiful.

That’s part of the reason why we’re so perfect for each other.

Of course, I only just met you yesterday.

Wind God by Asthrea Camilon

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It is for my family I live Not for me, but for their sake I give My sweat, my misery, the toll And if I had one, my soul I hunger, I thirst But my family's is worse To pay this price is a boon And it shall be paid back soon I now know what is in my heart It is a resurfacing start My being was forgotten and drowned But now it is newly found I remember now, I swear This is not my own air It is for their relief This is conviction, strength of belief

by Michael Shenk

Heartwood Pillar

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