Excerpt from “Finis”
by LCCC ENGL 1020 student Adrianna True
Calvin woke up late to mom’s voice ringing in his ears, as it had for the past twelve
years: “Get up! Get dressed! You’re late AGAIN!”
Twelve years. That was how long Calvin had been going to school, and this would be
his last year. That thought made him cringe, thinking about how last week his parents
told him to make a plan or they would be packing his room and turning it into a den.
Calvin’s mom interrupted his thoughts, “Calvin, if you’re late for the bus again,
“Coming, Mom! Be right down!”
Calvin turned to Hobbes, made his “Mom is annoying” face, and said “Wanna play Calvinball
after school?” Hobbes, who sat on the bed reading a comic book, looked up, “Sure.”
Somehow, even though Calvin had changed very much in appearance, from the sticky,
annoying six-year old to a young man who would have made all the girls swoon if he
not been who he was, Hobbes had changed very little. He still had the dignified yet
playful whiskers, the warm orange and deep black striped fur that seemed strictly
ornamental, the eyes that seemed so bright, even when closed, and the “devil may care”
smile and attitude. Calvin felt this was probably what made him such an outsider at
school: that he stayed the same inside and everyone else changed…
Complete poem “ode to my breasts”
by LCCC ENGL 1020 student Katy Hudson
these breasts are small breasts
they don’t attract much attention.
they don’t take up
these breasts have a purpose
they need no alteration.
these breasts are powerful breasts.
these breasts can sustain life,
something no man
can ever do.
they are perfect
just the way they are.
these breasts are
a part of me.
they need no justification.
Excerpt from “I Learned to Party in Vietnam”
by LCCC ENGL 2041 student Steve Harrington
At the Naval Support facility south at
Cam Rahn Bay, my feet fell in love with sand.
At war, on the beach with joint in hand,
I learned to party in Vietnam…
Complete prose poem “Possibly, it will crumble”
by LCCC High Plains Register student Trish Parsons
To say it without saying it is to describe every beautiful magnificent thing you can
think. A sunset in the soon to be night sky and that green blast you see right on
the horizon as the sun disappears to the other side of the earth, and you think, It’s morning somewhere. The ocean crashing against mossy rocks, creating that awakening mist that merely
taps you on the cheeks, on the arms, on your feet, like a love note, so simple yet
so strong. A garden so laden with flowers that your skin feels new and your breathing
becomes easy, smooth, and clean. A mountain range towering above you making you feel
anxious yet secure and the smell of fresh air is enough to make you stop caring about
the height or about the weight of the rocks that could come loose.