2000 2001 - Anderson College ART AND LITERARY MAGAZINE Table of Contents Ivy Leaves 1 Cover Staff 2 TableofContents / Credits 3 OutwiththeOld Ryan Wehmeyer Graphics: DanielAustin Literary Editors 4 MixedMediaPainting AllisonHoldredge 5 SongofanAutumnNight Liz Warr Torrie Clark Aliya George 6 LightontheWater LatonyaScott Graphics: DavidLocke Jane Hawley 7 BurningRavePantoum SimonGrant Latonya Scott Graphics:AdrienneHamon Ryan Wehmeyer 8 OilPainting Lashanda Suiters 9 BlizzardBeginstoBlow JaneHawley Design Editors 10 MightyMenCrossing Simon Grant theMonticello Graphics: ChrisDunagan Matt Baston Adrienne Hamon 11 AttheFishPlace MargaretHayes 12 Photograph AdrienneHamon Jessica Hathcock 13 TheSea HeatherIfversen Advisors 14 InnerChild MargaretHayes 15 BoardingtheBus JaneHawley Wayne Cox Graphics:JessicaHathcock Susan Wooten 16 Photograph BryanJames 17 ThoseThreeWords LashandaSalters Cover Design Graphics:JoyMcAninch 18 PencilDrawing TomokoInoue Alicia Fincher 19 WhentheWindChanges JamesMcElhannon Graphics:MikeDejacimo 20 IntheTrough TorrieClark 21 Painting MikeDejacimo 22 InkDrawing ChasityBaxley 23 TheFuture MartCarter J. Graphics:AliciaFincher 24 OilPainting DanielAustin Out with the Old This ceaseless spraying from my midsection Brings you here to replace me on the comer of my street You'll be pleased to know: during summer months This grassy spot, nestled among little moons On stalks, provides honey-hued warmth. Though certain days are hot enough to welcome The surging blue dress and her leashed pandemonium. Sprinklers dance water on my hat From ten till noon, and azalea shadows Creep around me at three, provided the newcomer Has still misplaced his clippers. At times business seems slower than a Southern Drawl sipping lemonade, but before I feel The onset of a yawn I'm pumping water Through a window where an octagenarian's Kerosene heater loosed a snake offire on dry curtains Ryan Wehmeyer Song of an Autumn Night The cool breeze nibbles at my skin as I sit here in this swing, rocking in a lazy tempo brimming with restrained anticipated energy The squeaks of rusting metal grinding against itself and the creaks of worn and warping boards join in with the rhythm of the rustling wind which flows through the changing trees, their leaves beautiful in death A soft pause sounds the break of a leaf from its branch, springing fron\ all it has ever known, straining towards its destiny with its brothers and sisters The leaves twirl as they fall, succumbing to the frenzy of one last glorious dance before withering away to dust And I rock to the rhythm of the song as the wind whispers melody its overhead Liz Warr Opposite Page Oil on Canvas : Allison Holdredge ''?^ J' i *%; F^ *,.* M'' ^r }. I saw your face today. At that place we shared, So long ago. I looked down / m And there you were, smiling Up at me. ** • #4/ # ./»r^ I heard your voice, sweet, hard. Mesmerizing on the wind, whispering of Moments long past. Memories like a flame Flared and burst into life. Hot Against the coolness of the air. f fj ' I reached out to touch you, but my face Had replaced yours. I strained to hear Your voice, but the flame burned out. A tear fell, my face rippled. Only an Illusion, light on water. ^ LaTonya Scott #v-#r J'-.i^ Pm jsifc««-^ ^ Burning Rave Pantoum forJellybean Jotting and spinninglike some child's firstfireworks Lurching lights fire likebrighthalos throughnight Fighting for life likeburnt flinching limbsjerk Dancing fire spirals to frightening height Lurching lights fire likebrighthalos throughnight Epileptic liturgylight on sparked feet Dancing fire spirals to frightening height Thrasonical gods fleet transcendentheartbeats Epileptic liturgy light on sparked feet ; Laughingly colors float over thebodies *; Thrasonical gods fleet transcendentheartbeats 'I Stifled breaths flash fast, hot and audible Laughingly colors float over the bodies Writhing and seethinglike ants on a kill Stifled breaths flash fast, hot and naught); Their weak feet startbleedinsbut keep n' Writhing and seethinglike ants on a kill Heads, legs, and lights all become indiscernible Their weakfeet startbleedingbutkeep ihoving still , Mutually screaming a language unlearnable Heads, legs, and lights allbecome indiscernible Floatinglike a flower #here4he ocean rtte<3|s thg,f Mutually screaming alanguage unlearnal The material Gm Simon Oil on Canvas Lashanda Salters A Blizzard Begins to Blow Silence stalks the forest. While the wind whistles above. As a blizzard begins to blow. And the swirling leaves know. While wind whistles above. Smoke billows from chimneys. And the swirling leaves know. The ground will be buried soon by snow. Smoke billows from chimneys. Ice makes the trickling creek slow. The ground will be buried soon by snow. As the first flakes fall. Silence stalks the forest. Ice makes the trickling creek slow. The first flakes fall. As a blizzard begins to blow. Jane Hazvley r Mighty Men Crossing the Monticello :or: A Misbegotten Ballad to Turtle Girl *Alake in the summer, mistakes thatwe make. We couldn't have been dumber than to swim crOoSsSs tthhee llaakkee.. Can you believe we did it though neither one fit, for Terra the Turtle Girl, Terra the flake? But Turtle Girl's bikini was driving us wild. And hormones can make a man act like a child. So to prove we weren't yellow we crossed Monticello, a decision we both later reviled. We started a task that seemed quite impossible. Crossing a lake that seemed to me quite uncrossablc For the sake of a silly little turtle loving girl whosebright shiny hair, I'm sure, was quite tossable, I girggled and huffed as 1 swam through the water. The water got wetter, and the hot sunjust gothotter^ You know, I don'tknow, though I put on a show, what I'd do with Turtle Girl ifI actually got her. We crawled up on shore both heaving in shock. Realizing the fallacy ofthinkingbycock. Forgetting our shoes our footsies grew bruises as we walked the halfmile round the lake to the docl Arriving, bruised feet, with a ^^headed glow We found out a fact we both s^Bdered to know ^Herboyfriend arrived at the laaBaround 5, And Terra rode home aHlf-hour ago. Simon Grant 10