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COVER ARTby anh duy nguyen

ESSAY by merisinda bills 5 POEMpossessed by jean porche 8 LETTERby cathy weber 9THOUGHTShands for japan by robin panzer 10 PHOTOGRAPHYby christoph doerbeck 11 FICTIONexorcism by bunnie cummings 13 ARTin assorted medium 20 THOUGHTSart treasure by nancy ellen galambos 21

FICTION the real! teenage-vampire chronicles by anyka shye 22PORTFOLIOthe judy project by charlie green 28POEMhow was your day dear? by bunnie cummings 34 ESSAYby jean porche 35 POEMshe saw herself a writer by c. reed weber 37

In this issue


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Life at school was busy,and it was weeks before

guiltily remembered thecup Id placed out of sighThe leaf had surely died bnow, I thought.

...essay p.35

I believe in fairies

... Essay p. 5

Lost.Recently I noticed someone left a letter laying on

a table in the post office. It was addressed and

stamped, ready and willing to be mailed, but left behind

by circumstance. The letter cant post its self; its de-

pendent on outside forces to carry it to its ultimate des-

tination. If I had picked up the letter and dropped it in the

box along with my other mail, it would have been a sort

of deus ex machine. As I continued my errands, I

noticed other items had been left/lost/cast away: a

register receipt, a paper clip, two pennies, a plastic cof-

fee cup, a coupon. Things no one is missing, but which

sit waiting. It made me think about all the non-sentient

things in the world which waitand wait and wait.What if they stopped waiting?

This issue TAKES A look at things which have

been hanging around, waiting for a chance to fulfill a

purpose in life. We have Innocence lost to Violence.

Souls lost to Old Scratch. Lives lost to the Angry

Earth....However, IN EACH CASE THERE IS Recovery and Re-

vival. Innocence is regained with Hope. Evil fails to win.

Death is overcome by Life, even in the absence of Faith.

In one sense, nothing is lost at all.

In addition to these I AM pleased to offer you a

Bedlam ala Cyber-punk, Five of the Seven Deadly Sins,

and a Penetrating look at an Immortal Star.

~~MOT JUSTE

About this issueHe thought that the greenleafy woman was softbecause she looked softeasy because shed been

easy, but she wasnt. ...exorcism p. 13


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I feel odd saying that

sometimes, partly be

I am 21 years old, bu

mostly because peop

age give me funny looks when

them.

Over the years Ive learned to s

caring about what others think

even found others like me fel

fairy folk who embrace the fan

and magic in our world.

This past Saturday, I went to se

play, The King of the FaeriesatDell in Griffith Park. The perfor

mance was put together by A F

Hunt, a non-profit group that w

with hospitals and childrens ad

cacy groups in the Los Angeles

munity.

As soon as I stepped into the p

smile came to my face. I did no

think about how I was the only

adult in a fairy costume who w

part of the performance, nor d

notice the parents giving me od

looks for sitting with their five-

olds who also came to watch th

play. I was smiling because it w

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ESSAYby Merisenda Bill


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It is autumn and they are changing the color of the

leaves with their wands. The audio is composed of o

chestral music with faint laughter and sounds of the

ies swooshing through the meadow. The dark leaves

to a shimmering golden color and the music rises as

royal fairy court comes on screen, and you can hear

ringing.

This left a lasting impression on me and gave a new

meaning to my own surroundings. I associated the

changes of the seasons with fairies, and whenever I

played outside I could see them dancing on flowers

perched on trees. I wanted my own magical world so

started willing it to become real.

Thumbelina also yearns for her own place in the wo

Despite her small stature, she has an amazing voice

her wish for a friend comes true when the Fairy Prin

Cornelius (whom I always thought of as a manly Pete

Pan) hears her singing and comes to her window sill

most fairy tales go, it is love at first sight.

This was my favorite part of the film: he takes her on

adventure on his bumblebee and shows her the fairy

world. They are both singing Let Me Be Your Wings

is symbolic for his promise of love. He is telling her h

will be her wings (because she doesnt have any) and

show her the world. A moment that sticks out to me

when she touches the water and it twinkles like stars

the sky. They proceed to dance on the water and the

up through the air, Corneliuss wings leaving a trail o

gold sparkles behind them.

I remember feeling incredibly giddy every time I saw

scene. I would get up and dance around my room, p

tending I had my own fairy prince who would come

me away. I wanted my own pair of wings so I could k

what it was like to fly. The closest thing I had to flyin

was jumping on my bed. I desperately wanted to esc

ice to be in a place where I could don my handmade

ainbow fairy wings and skirt and temporarily escape

eality.

he play was an interactive quest where the audience

ollowed the performers through the park while singing

nd dancing to invite more fairy performers to come out.

he experience took me back to my childhood where I

rst discovered the wonderful world of fairies after

watching the movie Thumbelina (Don Bluth and Gary

Goldman, 1994).

watched that movie so many times I knew every line of

ialogue and sang along to every song. My playtime al-

ways involved fairies. To this day, fairies are still a big

art of my life and I owe it all to that movie.

he movie is about a blonde-haired blue-eyed girl

amed Thumbelina, who is no bigger than the size of a

humb. A lonely woman who did not have children went

o see a witch, and the witch gave her a magic seed. The

eed grew into a flower, and this is how Thumbelina

ame to be. While Thumbelina is cared for, she feels

one because of her size.

s a child, I often felt lonely and friendless. Ive read that

hild abuse victims often use fantasy as a coping mecha-

ism, and perhaps this had something to do with my im-

mersion into Fairyland. I wanted to be in a world where I

was invincible and nothing could hurt me. What better

world than one where there were no bounds to what I

ould do? I could create a world where I didnt have to

e fearful or alone. I would make-believe fairy friends

hat I played with and talked to, and even though no one

lse could see them, they were real to me. The artwork

nd music in the film sparked my imagination to create

my own fairy world.

n the first part of the film, fairies are flying through a

meadow at night and leaving a trail of golden fairy dust.


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eality and go on a magical adventure.

he rest of the movie is about Thumbelinas adventures

s she tries to find her way home. Other creatures hear

er singing and want her to themselves, so they kidnap

er. Cornelius and Thumbelina are eventually reunited

nd marry, living happily ever after, and Thumbelina

omehow grows a pair of wings. Painfully predictable, I

now, but what is life without happy endings?

song in the movie that still resonates with me is

Follow Your Heart a swallow sings this to Thumbelina

hen she says finding her way back home is impossible.

e tells her youre sure to do impossible things if you

ollow your heart, your dreams will fly on magical wingshen you follow your heart.

humbelinais an anchor to my childhood. When most

ds outgrew make-believe and fantasy, I didnt. It was

n essential component to my survival. Although I am an

dult now, I still incorporate elements of fantasy into

eality. I still believe in fairies. I still believe in magic. Im

ill following my heart.



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Possessed

Lost things never areliving onmemoriesnagging and teasingfind memind games

restless urgesmust findmust looklookbut where?Where?

Living in searchesfragmentary imageslast hereno herethen - where?Lost thingsghostsdead dreamsthe hauntings we cannotescape

POEMby Jean Porche


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LETTERfrom The Editor


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I was creating hands for an art hand trade onATCsforALL.com while watching the news from Japan andweeping for the tragedy that has unfolded as story after

story of people missing their loved ones and losing every-

thing that they own. I realized that I had a very strong needto help in any way I could.

My husband lived in Japan for two years and speaksfluent Japanese and has given me a great appreciation forthe culture. We also have a Sister City where the kids fromour towns have a wonderful reciprocal relationship.

More importantly as a mother watching mother'sweep for their children and children weep for lost mothersand fathers, my heart broke. Looking down at the hand I

was creating made me realize that Helping Hands are justwhat they needed. I had a way I could help!

This has been a wonderful way to draw people andfunds together, the artist I know are generous to a fault andoften ready to pitch in for an important cause!

I proceeded to call local business to see if theywould be willing to display Artistically Created Hands for aSilent Auction throughout my hometown. I received won-derful support We have a site for our Silent Auction.BookStopof Hood River, OR will host the event in grand

fashion, on First Friday, May 6, 2011.Charlie and Cynthia Christensen have agreed to set

up a lovely indoor area and provide refreshments. They arewonderful patrons of the arts and I believe will give us thebest event possible. A special thank you to them for theirgenerosity and assistance with this cause!

There will be a concurrent Silent online auction aswell coordinated through the Facebookpage. All Proceedswill go directly to the red cross for Japanese aid.

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Artist: Melisa McCurley Artist: Mark NilssonArtist: Nancy Galambos

Artist: Nancy Galambos

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PHOTO self portrait on Madison Ave by Christoph Doerbeck

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Lookin back, it took some doin. Id always

heard it twerent an easy thing, but I never reckone

on how really awful it is. Standin there spectatin,

watchinthe Divil come out. I almost felt him mself

It was jus awful. Poor thing. I bet she never

knowed it was gonna take an exorcism to cure her.

Hell, I bet she never eben knowed she needed help

That demon hung on tight, too! Musta been

15 year or more. I dont remember too clear, just

cant seem to recall a time when it wasnt the two o

them inside o one body. No one can. Thats why it

dont seem natural now, her all alone in that body.

On the outside, she seems all there, but on the in-

side, she dont have nothin lef. But, Im getting sid

tracked. The Exorcism, now that was somethin! Ill

probably never see the likes o that round here

again.

It was a woman what made it necsary.

Strangest lookin woman I ever seen. She was tall,

with long, long legs. Green, too, sorta leafy round

the edges. Smelled real funny. Sweet, but not like

perfume or flowers or even candy. No, she smelled

like them old logs what come out o the woods, the

ones that get all decayed from layin in the moss too

long. Smelled like one o them decayed logs when

you set it on fire. I heard a word on T.V. onest that

means the way she smelledcloyin. Yeah, that wa

it. Cloyin. Maybe that aint what that means at all,

but ever time I smell that unnatural woman, I

exorcismage 13 LOST/RECOVERED/REVIVED

FICTIONby Bunnie Cummings


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Jessa. All them boyswell, I guess theyre men

nowbe right quick to tell you that she werent the

prettiest thing aroun. Fact, theyll tell you she was

right plain. Brown hair, not fat but a little on the

thick side, short, and with those eyes. Those greateyes that always seemed to drink in anythin and

everythin. Those eyes that could sometimes see

what the rest of us didnt even notice. Jus like her

mama. No, I guess there was prettier girls in town,

but probably not softer girls. I always did think tha

the Divil picked her cause she was the softest.

Some folks, why, theyll tell you there weren

never no Divil with her. Tell you they couldnt see n

demons, devils, or haints. Say to you that Jessas ju

some crazy been left alone too long and started tal

in to herself, but that aint so. Them folks jus neve

did get a good look at him cause he wasnt never a

really there. Its like he was, but wasnt all at the

same time. Other folks, the trustin ones, they thin

he wasnt no Divil at all, but jus a plain ol man who

came an went, only Jessa never noticed his passin.

Thosed be some o the folks who really did see him

but then they stopped seein him. Those folksll tel

you he werent here long and they sure do miss him

ever since he lef.

Then, theres a few o us that seen him start

to finish, still see im sometimes, and seen right

through him to boot. No, I dont mean jus noticed

his funny way o being, but actually seen right

through him. Like I said before, he was here, but h

wasnt. He was sorta a shado' man. Jus when you

think he was in the room, he wasnt really, and whe

you leas expected it, there he was but hed never

finish formin. Onest, after hed been with Jessa for

a while, some o us that spent time with her regular

thought he might finish formin ventually, but he

member that word. Cloyin.

So this woman comes round, and not every-

one can see her at first. Oh, they smell er all right,

spread some lime round thinkin the molds from the

woods was creepin up on their homes, but nobodycould see her. She was too quick, too quiet. We all

didnt have much to worry bout, though. She didnt

want no one else but that Divil Jessa had livin with

her. The rest of us got bothered by the smell a little,

but Jessa most died, and if you ask me, she did die,

only we jus didnt know it yet cause shes still walk-

in round.

Jessa lived here her whole life, so we allmember who she was when it first started happen-

in all those years ago. Fact, we all member her

Christian name, Jessamine, like the flowers, but she

dont let us use it no more. I knowed her mama,

and her mama told me she named her that cause

her head smelled so sweet when she was a baby.

Just like them little, yella flowers. Her mama was

queer bout some things like that, always noticed

things nobody else noticed, like the way a babys

head smelled or the look behind a strangers eyes

that boded goodwill or trouble. Jessa dont like to be

called by her whole name now, though, and usually

she jus tells everyone just Jessa, please. Im not

sure why, but I have my thoughts on it.

Whats that you say? Oh yes, the exorcism.

Im getting to that, but I gotta tell you everythin, or

else you wont understan how it happened.

So, when Jess was youngoh, bout 15, 16

years agothis Divil comes to town, and sets his

sights right on her and only her. Oh, if you listen to

them boys in town, the ones that believe that de-

mon come when he did, theyll tell you theyll never

understan why he comes along with eyes only for

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