THE CHARLES VIEWER FISHER COLLEGE, 1998 The Charles Viewer Prose and Poetry from the Students ofFisher College, 1998 Editor-in-Chief Natasha R. Comin Associate Editor Gina Doucette Photographer Brooke Howard & Joanne Foote Faculty Readers John Martino Susan Jordan David Henshaw Marilyn Nelson Michael Knoll Faculty Advisor Michael Knoll The 1998 edition of The Charles Viewer represents the work ofstudents from the Day and continuing Education divisions ofFisher College. In assembling this work, we sought materials which represent a diverse variety ofthemes, though much ofthe writing contained here pertains to relationships— families, friends, and children— and their impact on our lives. For their assistance and support we would like to thank the following: Dr. Maureen Evans, Vice President ofAcademic Affairs, Dean Charles Perkins, Dr. Dean Walton, Assistant Dean Maijorie Roy and Steven Bertolami, with a special thanks to Martha Scott. KITCHEN To My Mother Don’t stop dancing barefoot in the kitchen. Don’t stop holding my hand and pleading for me to show you how to dance. Don’t stop spinning me on the oak floor that around dinner time always seems to be scattered with parsley. Don’t take away the pink tulips you have placed in the glass vase above the sink. I’lljust sit here, my legs dangling from the marble counter and watch you. I’ll drink my glass ofwine with you and tell you how I am. Don’t shut the door, the breeze feels nice. Don’t try to teach me how to cook. I like it when you make things for me Don’t answer the phone. I’d rather talk to you. Don’t move your books and magazines and mail offthe counter. I like it when you leave pieces ofyou lying around. Don’t stop telling me you love me, that I will always be your little one. but empty the dishwasher anyway. Always keep the doors to the kitchen open It’s the warmest room in the house. Paige Washburn WORDSFOR MYBROTHER When I close my eyes I see you tall, proud, protective You watched over us for years always a hint of fear in your inky blue eyes as ifwe were about to be snatched up and taken away from our youth You were afraid ofthe day our golden pigtails would be unleashed, the day we would stop riding on your wide strong shoulders. can see you 1 looking at us, your pink lips curved in a smile. The small escape oflaughter reached our ears and filled us with happiness. One by one the innocence faded, though you tried to hold on. Your hands reached and grasped and pulled and finally let go And you said good-bye and walked away. Paige Washburn O vg\ O /ps, T>y SPARE CHANGE With this two dollars I will feed my children, spare the heat, and fuel the lights. I will mend the cracked ceiling that’s caught in the mouth ofthe tub 1 will clean my skin and clothes, and dress my children I will get to work and back, empty pockets and empty hands. With these two dollars I will carry the children across town to cure their flu. 1 will wash the babies and lay them down 1 will make love like a new thing with no inhibition. With these two dollars 1 will press the pants and shirts with pleats and change old clothes into this week’s sheets. 1 will hold hands and say grace, and be thankful for the extraordinary span ofeight quarters. Natasha Cornin AS WE WALK As we walk in the middle ofthe road ofDestiny We see ourselves in high-rise self-esteem Walking the path ofEternity. Where life goes on beyond us Through shades ofdarkness and a bright streak ofsun We will carry on Our pride lifts us, raises us, propels us forth. No matter what, we will be strong! Janette Chaparro FREE TO BE Free to be born, to be an infant, a toddler a pre-teen, an adolescent Free to grow up, to be a young lady a girlfriend, a fiance a wife, a mother Free to change diapers fifteen times a day, to wake up every two hours to breast feed Free to get the husband ready and offto work, to send the children to school. Free to do the laundry, wash the dishes, to sweep and mop the floors, to put away the children’s toys, to pick up the husband’s work clothes from the night before. Free to help the children with their homework, to listen, to cook the meals, set the table, feed the family, clean up afterwards. Free to bathe the children, get their pajamas, tuck them in bed, read them a story, kiss them good night. Free to get the bath ready for the husband, to get his clothes, to massage his shoulders, his back, his feet. Free to satisfy the husband’s sexual desires, hisego, his wantsand needs. Free to see the husband and children in peaceful slumber. — Free to be a wife and mother. Marie Perez -€> 5 €> 6 <t- TRIBUTE FOR MYMOTHER At a time when I was small Do you remember any ofit at all? Maybe ifyou ignore it. Tuck away. it Painful memories won’t harm anymore Or for now anyway Mom, you’ve borne this burden So long It’s time now to speak ofthat man So strong Who bit his way to our hearts And sucked out the feeling I’ve held my heart together for so long But there’s no prospect ofhealing Unless we face the past Because mother remember I it all And my heart needs a cast. Gina Calderoni It’s cold along the Charles River. Sun already disappeared A silent moment in Bean Town. Chie Takeuchi As you walked away from me. — As I looked at the tower Two moments I’ll never forget Whitney Woodman The beautiful sunshine comes through the broken blind to wake me up. Noirko Suita # 8