Spring 1997 Volume Number II 1 , Mount Voices writers and artists oi mount saint mary's college Featuring: Francesca DeLaurentiis, Esquivias, Maria Ferguson, Jennirer Krosp, Eydie Mendoza, Kathleen Principe, Varsana Staszak, Cindy Tino-Sandoval, Kristin Vanderlip, Monica Vienna Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation http://archive.org/details/mountvoicessprin02vari Spring 199^ Volume II, Number 1 Mount Voices writers ana artists or mount saint mary's college Published by Mount St. Mary's College 12001 Cbalon Road Los Angeles, CA 90049 MOUNT VOICES Bernadette Lee, Editor Lovella Soriano, Business Manager Kristin Vanderlip, Design and Art Editor Dr. Millie Kidd, English Department Advisor STAFF Maria Ferguson, Andrea Graybehl, Adamma Okonkwo, Nury Yoo EDITORIAL BOARD Dr. Katherine Brueck, Maria Ferguson, Andrea Graybehl, Bernadette Lee, Steve Lopez, Kelly Kester-Smith, Liza Villamayor Publishedby PIP Printing, Los Angeles. Copyright 1997. Founded in 1996,Mount Voices is published once a year at Mount St. Mary's College, 12001 ChalonRoad, Los Angeles, CA 90049. Mount Voices featuresthe workofMountSt. Mary's undergraduates, non-traditional students, alumnae, faculty, staff, and administrators. One copypays forone-timepublication. All worksbelongto individual authors. Noworks maybe reprinted without the permissionoftheindividual authors. For currentsubmissionpolicies, please send a querywitha self-addressed envelopetothe EnglishDepartment. Editor's Note Every year the Mount Voices comes out is a cause for cele- bration. In this spring edition, the poetry and fiction of new authors bloom forth. Although the publication struggles every year for funding, it is my deepest hope that in the upcoming year, the magazine will be institutionalized. I would like to thank Dr. Jane Lingua, Dr. Jackie Doud, and Sr. Mary Williams for their unflagging support on behalf of the magazine. Contents POETRY Varsana Staszak: Le champ ....6 Leciel 8 The Wind ....9 Mon ame ..........10 Kathleen Principe: A Sixties Alumna ..18 Retreat .. ..19 World War II ...........20 Vermeer's "Girl Asleep"......22 Kristin Vanderlip: Trivial pursuit ..........24 blackened clouds ...25 insincerity. ..........26 dark twisting waters.............26 blackened irony. ...........27 Anonymous: A Letter to Carl ...........28 Maria Ferguson: Dry Cereal ..32 Eydie Mendoza: i receive your apologies... 33 Monica Vielma: Enjoy, Venus Angels! 35 Esquirias: Touch the painting ....36 Oedipus in Yucatan 37 FICTION Cindy Tino-Sandoval: Crow's Catch 12-16 Francesca De Laurentiis: Papa ..........30-31 ART Jennifer Krosp: Etching..... 7 Photo 17 Photo 21 Photo 38 Kristin Vanderlip: Photo 11 Etching 23 Photo 29 Photo 34 Varsana Staszak Le champ est enjachere a part d'une seul merisier. Une romanichelle s'appuie sur le tronc. Les petits rameaux cambrent et les feuilles effleurent sa tete et ses epaules, Comme elle effleure les gouttes de rosee sur la terre herbue. Un sabot enleve, une merise tombe. Les signes de leur echange, decouvert comme les piecettes, de lajoail- lerie perdue. Un orage, en silence. Jubiler - la compagnie d'une amie. The field is fallow except for a single wild cherry tree. A gypsy sits back against the trunk. The tinybrances curve and bend, and the leaves gently brush her head and her shoulders, Like she smooths the dew drops on the grassy earth. A wooden shoe kicked off, a wild cherry fallen. Signs of their exchange, discovered like small coins, lostjewelry. A thunderstorm, in silence. To rejoice - the company of a friend. Varsana Staszak is ajunior majoring in English and minoring in French. Currently, she is the assistant editor of The Oracle. Varsana began learning French in the fourth grade and hopes to put it further use when she travels to Paris in the Spring ofnext year. This is her debut in Mount Voices. Etching Jennifer Krosp Le ciel aujourd'hui clair, bleu, mais avec beaucoup de nuages blancs et aeroplanes gris, vu entre les arbes, les feuilles vertes dans le vent, Je suis tres fortune parce que c'est... la vue de ma fenetre. The sky today clear, blue, but withbillowy white clouds and gray airplanes, seenbetween the trees, the green leaves in the wind, I am so lucky because it's... the view from my window. The Wind The countryside's a canvas for the wind, The mulched red and brown leaves whirl skywards, The trees stand nearlynaked; their leaves thinned, In haste, itwas the north I turned towards. A thrashing ofice spears crash to the ground, While talons ofthe wind refuse to yield I stumble, down winter's path my feetpound Dancing with the icy wind my heart reeled. There in the snowy ground lay a greenpatch And on that patch a smallbird sang his song. The gentle caress of spring'sbreeze could match My joy, as south I turned, it wouldn'tbe long. The season turn with the wind at their side And me, Ijust went along for the ride. Mon ame est plein d'eau. Mon coeur batte la chamade, Les nenuphars et les chalumeaux de roseau tremblent. Jebegaye, Je pensais quej'etais inapercue. Mais, non, Tu me regarde. Je restebouch bee, Et la fenetrage de mon ame ouvre. My soul is full of water. My heartbeats wildly, The water lilies and reeds tremble. stammer, I I thought I was unnoticed. But, no, You look at me. I am astonished, And the windows ofmy soul open. 10