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DESCRIPTION2013 Special Edition Oculus, literary magazine of the Alabama School of Math and Science.
Alabama School of Mathematics and Science1255 Dauphin Street
Mobile, AL 36604
From the Editor:
-Amy Welch Editor-in-Chief
Table of ContentsPoetry
A Womans WindowHopelessKnockoutsIllusionLacrimawater-carvingGone AwayBeautySomber OaksSunday Mornign PassionOn the Other SideCluttered AtticsHumility, not DefeatSolipsismTenantsNevertheless, I am Glad I Got to the Root of the ProblemBuriedInfatuationUntitlesAn Evening OutFrom Circles to SquaresWant a Second, BilltoldA DreamForest Walk with my BrotherGillespieThe FrostFrom: MY DAYThe Old GuitaristMusicCity GirlThe EndAsking for AshesBad PoetryChronicle of a Wednesday NightIgnorance/HypocracyMax HerrmannTen Thousand TimesTo The Dandelion on My LawnI Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls
Jennifer HarrisGayla CaddellKelly McInnisLesli OttDaphne LewisIan McMurteyKate McClearyJennifer ButtsJennifer ButtsBurke McFerrinMelissa FadulKevin GreeneCindy ReeseTony KwonJillian Van EllsRebecca Rozelle
Kevin HolmesMonica GrayDan TenpasCrystal ColemanKimberley Rose TubbsDavid LumpkinApril JohnsonRebecca BrubeDavid LumpkinElizabeth FrenkelWill OConnerTommy StevensonCarmen BarronElysia WheatSarah GelsingerChandler FultonElysia WheatElysia WheatSarah GelsingerNiesse Evan HaarbauerTranced BonnieJordan DanfordLauren Cagle
Title Author Page
4Monsters Under My Bedwhat else, stupidJacquelyn RoseThe Murphy LoopDecietThe MillerFrom: Auguste Rodins She Who Was Once the Helmet-Makers Beautiful WifeCuteParatrooperUntitledA Painful Glimpse of HopeDesksBottomCashThe DepartureCold SunriseIn EverythingGrandmother DearestSouthern Lady301Out of OrderViewPiscean NeurosesFor SueGhetaTimelessBecausse of the Red ZinniaCheap Red InkFinaleBed RiderThe Way the World WorksWhen I Am HereArt PoemHospitalE-Mail PoemStorm NightI Believe YouFinnLeftExtended MetaphorAuntPortraitsMeadowsClark: the Modern BoyThe FarewellThe Closet Above the Stairs
Lauren CagleBonnie BaileyRachel BrunoMatt KelleyConnie ChangAnonymousAllison Moore
Kate WaselkovPeter BurnsErin WhiteMichael AwadJoe HamiltonPeter BurnsRandy BullockMeryl HarsadiDianna RoweTyndall TestermanCierra SpencerJessica MorrowJessi AgeeMegan OLearyRae HamakerJessi AgeeCindy TheisLinc GraceBecky YatesShenaika DavisElise OttenfieldJohn ThomasonJohn ThomasonEmily BrownCristina NavaAmanda MelvinLee MillsEmily BrownKatie AdamsHannah Schiller Isabelle KallenbergMathew RobsonSydney TafoyaJen LimAlisa DegraveVictoria VazinJulia NewmanJoseph DelapLiza Schwieterman
Short Story Title Author Page Sylvia Plath Meets Curious GeorgeThe ScientistThe Quiet Death of A LadyCoral ReefHer Contrived TruthA Night of TruthAnna and MichelleConfuzzlementKorea
Irene and JoeRhythmAsianFatherhoodTowerGetting OlderIans EyeAnonymityWhat Once WasZebraSelf-PortraitPretty LightsViolin
Allison KeeKatie ElkinsDavin HarsadiJessica EdwardsKristina JarvisAngelica KallenbergHannah SchillerJoe MontesfuscoSonda SenguptaAshley BlalockJonathan EvansJulia NewmanTracy Lin
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Heather MooreErin WhiteSara YoungsLierin MartinAnn SmithKevin GreeneAdele AustinBonnie BaileyJeanie Park
Morgan JowersPeyton Tirey Konnor Kuhlman
Andria DiamondSydney TafoyaAnonymousJohn ChancellorLatei IyeghaHannah BurnsJordan Danford Jordan Danford
Sound and ColorsA Poem for a Girl I Once KnewAn Ode to the Random Girl Whom I Passed One Day at a Shopping Mall Many Years AgoOnce Upon a TimeKanagawaBarbieMy HeroTwo-Year-Old SoldierSHHHHOnwardDont Be Surprised
6I see your shadow dancing through the light
Flowing in the glass. Gently fallingOn legs outstretched upon an orchid
sill,The warmth that comes with each
Of the yellow sun. Often do I seeYou resting there, watching with
stoic eyesThe children playing hopscotch in
the street.Playful laughter riding on the wind
Short before your ears. Although sometimes faint,
The weary lines that gather round your mouth
Shout forth their warning of lost time, and I,
Without a look back, turn to cross the street.numbers
A Womans WindowJennifer Harris
The sky is my escape as I liethoughtful and heavy under its
lapis seasa softnesstickles my skin
lost for a moment in its illusionuntil the wind shuffles slightly and
I look to find my turtleis a hen.
Ignorant of selflessness,Cutting wicked glances at
the meek.Climbing over others with
burning, crushing feet.
The spotlight taken awayimpinges a silent sting.
Reaction of hate ishidden, but jealousyspreads like a smoky
Relying on what is superficial.
Losing friendships byfaking a smile.
The only thing real istheir beauty, but it only
lasts a while.
Parasites of popularity.Lovers of eyes looking up
full of wonders of theirgreatness.
Constructing towerscliffs of falseness,
crumbling pedestals, whichcause the fatal slip, the
Plunging down they grabfor a lifesaving limb.
All have been torn by theclimb.
The scum of rock bottomgaining in sight
promotes a quick lookback, the once great
Knocked out of the glamorous spotlight.
When rainslides on crystal grooves
from jagged blades beads,
inverts the streetlights,the stringed necklaces
falling from greased blue skiessmear the pictures.
infinity by zerois zero just the same
and even if youre fast enoughto carve the water
the shapes you carveare gone in seconds flat
but the beauty in water-carvinglies not in the creation
for creations dieand all things made come to an end(and even this shall make the maker
irrelevant)but in the skill of creation
infinity multiplied byzero
The memories of my heart are stored
In an old dusty atticIn plain cardboard boxes and
anonymous bags. In this old dusty attic
The thoughts of wishes never filled
Beneath layers of rainbow dust. In my old dusty attic,
The pieces of my soul under albums of faded pictures,
I close the chest on my desolate life.
Dust, like a babys fingers,
falls softly here and there,
like thoughts of a child,pure
as mountain dew.
Beauty Jennifer Butts
Gone AwayKatie McCleary
Allison KeeIlene and Joe
The grass blades,troublesome to the
sun, nowmowed. The flaming tongues split,
parched. No kisscan moistendesire once
the fire has dried.
Sunday Morning PassionBurke McFerrin
Wicked and motionless,Skeletons protrude
from the green.Foliage,
like a skirt,in shadows around
the plump, aged base,casts shadows
on the house behind.Arms heavy
in the night air,as if sad,
for the children playing,when the sun shines,
gone, whileit stands tall and strong,
Somber OakJennifer Butts
On the westward side of a mountain,A single flower breaks through the
cold, hard earthexposed in a maelstrom of salty air.Winter, welcoming its ivory children,
an endless blanket of nothing
but virgin slopesand a single flower.
On the leeward side, a placid brook,water rippling,syncopation.
eddies of wind and leaves,flirtation is
birds singing fervently with exultation
while trees bow to honor thy flourishing flowers in
On the Other SideMelissa Fadul
I trip over yesterdays thoughts,Memories, boxes,
piled too high to forgetThe ache of belief, and
I pretend to wonder who we are and youre stuck with a
Cluttered AtticsKevin Greene
Night conceals me as I dreamI am a butterfly of milk and creamwith petal wings and azure seamsantenna strings, all float a beam
of twisted oak; then I burst aflight!I wake from sleep, time synchronized;Strange dreams I dreamt! My human
sideforever fades, the sun does riseas I flutter the wide dawn sky.
And thats what butterflies dream at night.
You told me to run aheadYet you resented my pace.
You, though capable, with your gray beard,
will not take my hand. You, old sage, have lounged on the
Acropolis. You, old patriarch, have sparred with
Plato. You, old love, have shared a pipe
with Emerson. But I understand now
I must walk at your pace,for I am only a child
and will get lost. I must not force the hands of the
clockfor I am only a child
and will lose precious moments. And though I rise this morning
wanting to runI will wait
for you to teach me how.
Humility, not DefeatCindy Reese
Irene and Maude live downstairs. Though usually quiet, they have burst into
a clamorous uproarthat calls me
from my wakened sleep.The one holds the others foot in hand.
They rise, celestial beings in dragto find their weightlessne