Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Why music education should be widely promoted, by Viviana Garabello

Most music educators would agree the richness of musical experience justifies itself (Cesarone, 1999). Also, 95% of parents agree music produces benefits not found in other classrooms (Hallam, 2012). Finally, students are the greatest testimony of music’s positive effect, as reported by researchers who examined 1,155 written responses from a survey of American middle and high school students (Hodges, Luehrsen, 2010). Through this research, conducted in 2007, the students clearly expressed feelings of musical involvement, emotional benefits, life benefits, social benefits, and they believe music attendance is a curriculum-important contribution (Hodges, Luehrsen, 2010).

The reason music receives a large consensus and is so unique in educational benefits is because of its interdisciplinary nature. It provides a perfect balance between science and art, developing the particular connection between rationality and creativity, showing common elements with mathematics, psychology, physics, history, medicine, biology, religion, electronics, education, business, language and so on. Music education is also a powerful tool for peace, because music is everywhere, and it is universal. In fact, as Zoller (1991) stated, music “often surpass[es] physical, cultural, intellectual, and emotional limitations," removes barriers and becomes the most effective alternative form of communication (McCarthy, 2008).

On the other hand, music is not just pleasure and fun. When a student approaches an instrument or studies music theory, he/she needs to be aware of the high level of commitment required to become a sufficiently good performer. Music knowledge is vast, and each instrument has its own world in terms of the technique required to perform even the first easy song. Learning music requires a lot of work, dedication, continuity, and patience, especially during the first stages, but also in the highest levels, with continuous improvement and research for perfection. Based on research conducted at the University of Florida in 2008 on 2,500 randomly selected students, 88% felt overwhelmed by all they had to do; 25% said stress interfered with academic performance, and 66% felt very sad (Emerson, 2008). Consequently, when considering teaching children to start playing an instrument, parents should evaluate how music can heavily impact students with additional work because of the number of necessary hours to practice properly.

Also, in the natural process of comparison between peers, a frequent misconception about innate musical talent risks provoking a sense of inferiority and low self-esteem. Parents and educators should promote the message that the real focus is not to be the number one, or to be the new Mozart of our times. Instead, it is about the privilege of receiving an education that is aligned with the modern perspective of essential contribution to all children’s human development (Scrip, Ulibarri, Flax, 2013).

Music education should be considered essential in the education of everyone for many reasons, and most of them have been scientifically confirmed. For example, young children who listen to music regularly demonstrate better development than average, as proved by an investigation about the “Mozart effect” in kindergarten. The result showed significant statistical differences in social, cognitive, and physical development in favor of the children exposed to music (Mattar, 2013).  Another study, focused on children affected by poverty, living in a dangerous neighborhood of Los Angeles, showed how neural functioning can gradually improve when underprivileged children get involved in music lessons. Chronic stress is reduced and proper brain development is reinforced (“Grades K-8,” 2014).

An entirely new field of neuromusic research has been developed recently to study the brain processes involved with the musical experience. Brain imaging devices have showed brain activity during music listening and music performance. An impressive level of parallel neuronal activity in different brain areas have been recorded, and significant differences in comparison to non-musically trained subjects are evident (Edwards, 2008). In particular, many studies have focused on the response of the brain to music in different aspects, such as memory, language, mood, and health.

With the purpose of studying the effect of alpha-brain-waves music on memory in middle school students, a team from the Shanxi Medical University in Tayiuan, China, exposed 99 students to classical and baroque music for five days, asking them to perform a standard test of short-term and long-term memory before and after the experiment. As a result, an improvement in both the visual and aural memory was visible, especially with baroque music, and especially on the long-term memory (Li, An, Cui, Jing, & Lu, 2012).

But, as music can sometimes excite and sometimes relax, the same happens in relation with memory. In fact, relaxing music can counter the association between traumatic memories provoked by arousal experiences, as shown in an experiment conducted in New York in 2012. During a slideshow presentation, 84 participants listened to either an emotional or neutral narration, and were exposed to relaxing or no music. Retention tested one week later showed how the recall of the emotional story was significantly reduced for people exposed to relaxing music. This finding offers evidence about how music can be a valid support for therapeutic purposes, as a treatment for damage due to traumatic experiences (Rickard, Wong, & Velik, 2012).

As is well known, a pathologic lack of memory is the most evident symptom of Alzheimer’s disease. At the Mercer Institute for Research on Ageing, in collaboration with the Trinity College Institute for Neuroscience and Department of Psychology, in Dublin, Ireland, a research team investigated the enhancing effect of music on autobiographical memory recall in mild Alzheimer’s disease individuals. Considerable improvement was found during the autobiographical memory recall in patients exposed to the Vivaldi’s “Spring” movement from the Four Seasons, compared to the ones in silence. Also, it was noticed that there was a significant reduction in the level of anxiety (Irish, Cunningham, Walsh, Coakley, Lawlor, Robertson, & Coen, 2006).

This is particularly significant because many studies confirm the positive effects of music on mood. In fact, the five basic elements of music—rhythm rhythm, pitch, melody, harmony, intervals—impact some physiological and psychological functions. Alterations in mood have been noticed as consequence of the musical involvement of the limbic system, the part of the brain related to emotions, feelings, and sensations. The autonomic nervous system and the body’s immune system are influenced by music, releasing hormones such as dopamine, betaendorphins, and enkephalins. Those are responsible for the positive emotions of tranquillity and relaxation. In ancient times, music was considered one of the essential, powerful tools for healing, health and wellness. In recent times, it has been associated with non-pharmacological treatments, it is considered a good instrument for stress release, and it is recommended for stimulation and enjoyment during physical activities and pleasurable distractions (Murrock, 2005).

Music therapy for mood disorders has been also widely described by Kenneth E. Bruscia (2012).  Bruscia shows that music can help adults in psychotherapy. He described the positive effects of music for a woman with acute psychiatric problems, a woman affected by bipolar disorder, a musician with dysthymic disorder, couple therapy, depression, and suicide tendency (Bruscia Kenneth, 2012).

Another of the most investigated benefits of music is its correlation with the language. In fact, even if, basically, the brain areas are different for the two functions, magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) studies have identified multiple cortical regions that are involved in both. In particular, 11 pairs of overlapping clusters, from semantic and music perception, were found in cognition-emotion loop. Also, a significant interaction between the right and left hemisphere has been viewed, as a result of the presence of rational and irrational components of music (Lai, Xu, Song, & Liu, 2014).

This correlation certainly supports the value of music in autism spectrum disorder (ASD), as described by Hayoung Lim (2012). Lim presents, through evidence-based practices and protocol methods, results related to the effectiveness of music to support the development of speech and language skills in children affected by ASD and other learning disabilities (Rivera, 2011).

In the form of education, instead of therapy, music is focused to effectively help not only pathologic subjects, but everyone, for example, in learning a foreign language. Usually, classroom programs do not provide sufficient exposure time for students to achieve an intermediate level of knowledge and fluency in a foreign language. During a case study of Russian language learning, it was found much more effective to expose the students to 700 songs by Vysotsky, with the aim of introducing language forms, pronunciation, cultural idioms and contrast, historical-political aspects, social customs, and literary works and characters. This most effective teaching strategy has been shown to improve memory, cognitive processes, compensation, affective and social skills in most of the students (Jones, 2008).

Actually, music seems to be generally correlated to academic success, too. Even if  music professor Richard Strauch conducted his research on only one class of students, his results demonstrated those who regularly attended music classes during high school had higher GPAs and performed better scores on the standardized tests, compared to the general freshmen not exposed to music. Also, a continued involvement in music was linked with consistently higher-than-average grades (Olson, 2009). To reinforce Professor Strauch’s analysis, there is a correlation factor between people graduating with a music major and a significant coefficient of academic success. This was found with the crossed analysis of the American College Tests (ACT), Minnesota Scholastic Aptitude Test (MSAT), Triggs Reading Survey, High School Rank (HSR), Cumulative College Honor Point Ratio (HPR), and Honor Point in Music Courses (MHP) (Ernest, 1970).

Other data from the elementary schools report students involved in instrumental music programs scored 19% higher in English and 17% in mathematics, compared to peers with no music program. The students involved in a choral group performed 32% higher in English and 33% higher in mathematics in contrast to children in schools without a music program, as stated by Christopher Johnson (2007). Supporting this concept, Dr. Laurel Trainor (2006), professor of psychology, neuroscience, and behavior at McMaster University, said:

Young children who take music lessons show different brain development and improved memory over the course of a year, compared to children who do not receive musical training. Musically trained children performed better in a memory test that is correlated with general intelligence skills such as literacy, verbal memory, visiospatial processing, mathematics, and IQ.

Furthermore:

The musician is constantly adjusting decisions on tempo, tone, style, rhythm, phrasing, and feeling – training the brain to become incredibly good at organizing and conducting numerous activities at once. Dedicated practice of this orchestration can have a great payoff for lifelong attention skills, intelligence, and an ability for self-knowledge and expression (“Save the music.org,” 2015).

In addition, music education is not only positive for children and teenagers, but it is a lifespan tool for stress release, inner cultivation, and social life development at any age. The participation in music can be a rewarding and enjoyable experience for people of all ages, and can bridge the gap between generations. Researchers have examined the effects of intergenerational music groups on cross-age attitudes and interactions. During these studies, children and older adults have been involved in singing and playing instruments. In their interactions, behaviors such as smiles, touches, eye contact, encouragment, assistance, and conversation initiation have been observed. Finally, a significant difference was found in all the behaviors through music interactions, and particularly through singing, which was more effective than the instrument playing. In addition to this, children were asked to express a negative or positive association with the physical aspects of the oldest people. Even at the beginning of the test, they expressed 88% positive and 12% negative feelings. After three weeks of music interactions, they no longer identified any negative physical characteristics of the older adult participants (Belgrave, 2011).

Adult music education is equally as important as child education. Unfortunately, statistical studies conducted in 30 different cities in the U.S. showed the adult training was principally focused on technical and industrial needs. Yet, adults have demonstrated a high interest in musical activities, music club participation, and music appreciation both as listeners and as players in vocal or instrumental groups (Gerkowsky, 1965). Today adults are aware of the importance of music education. More than 70% said being involved in music helped them in their daily working task management in terms of better attitude about team building, problem solving, and successful target achievements (“New poll on music education,” 2015).

The mature sense of self-understanding, self-esteem, and self-knowledge in adults allows them to have a larger appreciation for the benefits of music education. In a study conducted in 2006, across 24 states in the U.S. , adult piano players expressed and prioritized the following benefits of music: dream fulfillment, technique, sense of accomplishment, escape from routine, skill improvement, musicianship, musical knowledge, play and fun, skill refinement, and personal growth (Jutras, 2006). Certainly, for the typical method of learning piano in a solitary context, less importance was given to the social benefits, which is instead much stronger for musicians and singers involved in bands, orchestras, chorals, and other group performances (Jutras, 2009).

In their parental function, adults should also remember how important their influence is in the family context. The family is the nucleus for developing the first musical attitude, and for sharing the enjoyment of music with other family members. A basic music education allows children to gain the necessary tools to practice how to have fun together and stay connected authentically, in a contemporary world in which time is missing and most connections are virtual. In a recent study, five families were observed in their daily musical life, and the impact on each other in their attitude about music was evident. Both adults and children were interviewed about the experience, and the result was those families were very active and involved, singing together, playing instruments, listening to music, and also writing their own songs with words reflecting their family values (Gingras, 2014).

Music education is the answer to the most traditional learning practice, through history, theory knowledge, and performance. But it also includes the most innovative teaching methods, which are open to creativity and to interdisciplinary interactions and research. Music moves to experiment, and proposes both individual and collective opportunities. It is for ambitious virtuosistic performers, and it is for beginners who share music at family holidays.

Music is for every language, and even beyond the language. It can relax or excite. It can be difficult, but it can heal. Music is for everybody, to be learned and to be freely expressed at any age, for any ethnicity, in any geographical place in the world, in any forms and rhythm. Music is art and it is science. It is something and its opposite, at the same time.

Educating to music is such an powerful way to communicate with everybody in his/her own way. It easily creates connections and provides solutions to every kind of need. It makes people active and friendly, it helps people understand each other, and it builds relationships between diverse groups. It also helps one to be alone and to build a self-relationship.

Music is an entire world and serves the world. It is always available, and it is a loyable, enjoyable, and omnipresent companion in life. People will always find a song that exactly responds or describes the situation or mood they feel, because the nature of music is universal, made by humans for humans. The fascinating aspect of the humankind, despite always lacerated by wars and conflicts, is that people are incredibly similar to each other in the deepest heart, and music is the perfect testimony of the human potential powerful link for peace and love.

Scientific research is needed to define the truth, with evidence and proof, about reasons that music education should be widely promoted. Thousands of researches could be conducted, and thousands reasons could be find to support how positive music education is for everybody. But music is so infinite, vaste, and powerful that it just promotes itself, as humans discovered many centuries ago.

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Moving on, by Verley Lazuli

21 June 1882

I was accused of being a witch again in the village that has been home for the past few weeks. It becomes wearisome after a while, continually having to pack up and move on because a scraggle of idiots can’t tell the difference between a cup of tea and a magic potion. Each time this happens, I find myself tempted to ask what makes them think, if I did have supernatural abilities, I would waste them on such trivial endeavors as unsettling the cows or making the babes colicky. Those are the pastimes of faeries, anyway. Yet I know better than to goad fools. I count myself lucky when they simply ask me to leave – being chased from town by torch-wielding madmen is still too fresh a terror in my memory.

So it is that I find myself celebrating this summer solstice under the stars in a clearing hidden safely within the forest, away from superstitious busybodies. The sky is pitch black, without even a cloud to mar the vivid constellations and cool moonlight. Sitting in the doorway of my cobbled together caravan, I am finally able to enjoy a peaceful cup of strong black tea (made in a kettle, not a cauldron, thank you very much). Absinthe, the impish puppy who joined ranks with me last month after I fed her some scraps, has turned herself into a blanket over my feet. She is an unusual fellow, her unruly brown fur and imposing size making her look rather like a bear cub, while her eyes (as green as the drink for which she is named) seem almost human with their mischievous intellect. At first I was exasperated by her uninvited company, but I have gradually begun to appreciate it. The mechanical horse who pulls my caravan along, although a wonder of science, is not the friendliest of associates.

It is only at times like tonight, in the quiet of the dark woods, that I admit to myself how lonely my nomadic and solitary life can be. When I set out two years ago, captivated by the allure of the open road and eager to leave the drudgery of my hometown behind me, I expected adventures around every turn. That hasn’t quite turned out to be the case. Not that getting chased out of town with torches and pitchforks or befriended by characters stranger than myself aren’t adventures, just…not exactly the sort I had anticipated when my dreams were bigger than my experiences. But who knows, perhaps this summer will change all that. Dreamily I gaze up at the stars, finding a particularly bright one for my solstice wish: An adventure.

 

Monday, March 30, 2015

Picture this, by Tess Wenderski


Strapped in, safe and sound, in my fading blue car seat, the rumbling bump is only a jiggle that makes me giggle. The black and white gate is up, the bright red lights are not flashing. Mom turns around and smiles, her brown eyes crinkling with happiness. She says, “What does the train say?” “Choo-choo!” I reply with all the enthusiasm of a five-year-old.

Walking hand-in-hand with Dad, I see the tracks extend in the distance. The steel rails shine in the setting sun. I can’t see the end but I lean out eagerly, trying to see farther out. Dad grabs my hand and tells me to be careful around trains. We turn around and head back towards town, and my seven-year-old self is suddenly concerned with ice cream, not train tracks.

Independence Day and there is a parade! The red and blue floats wobble as they go over the uneven tracks.  The costumed people on board sway with the motion and wave back to the crowd. Eleven-year-old me fears for them. What if they fall? Don’t they know they have to be careful around trains?

It’s finally summer vacation and I am officially a sophomore in high school. The sun is warm but there is a nice breeze cooling my face. My friends and I start walking towards town, crossing the ever-present train tracks. Looking down, between the rails, I see a glint amongst the stark coal. I bend down and move the rocks aside. There is a white rock surrounded by the black. I grab it. That fact that it remained so clean among all the dirt confuses me. I drop it back down with the coal and we keep walking.  

The middle of fall and the rain is pounding down on my car. I can’t see very far in front of me. Only the taillights of the car in front of me, which suddenly light up. I brake quickly. I can see flashing red lights to the side and up. A bell begins to ring. Rumbling rushes past, accompanied by a clacking. The train moves by without a care, as I sit in my heated car, worrying about being late for school.

The summer, three weeks before college. I’m leaving this small town for months. I’ll be on my own. I walk with my friend along the tracks. I lose my balance and step down. I step back up and continue walking. The setting sun is on our left as we head north. The trees cast shadows and the wind causes them to move and shake.  Not far, just a stroll, really. But the tracks keep going. Where do they end? Where do they begin? A bird flies overhead and keeps going, seeming to follow the tracks. I wish I could go with it.

I am walking through a new town with new friends whom I met in a new school, new ideas to think about, new thoughts to discuss, new memories to share. The old buildings have ended abruptly and train tracks run along to the right and left of where we stand. Different tracks, but still the same. Maybe they connect to the ones back home.

“God, train tracks are everywhere, aren’t they?” my friend says.

“Yeah, I remember this one time when my parents and I went to town during a parade and...”

           

Just a normal day, by Tess Wenderski

Me:
Under the willow tree, hidden away, I sit and think. My thoughts explore every nook and branch of the tree, and I imagine grand escapades surrounding this place. Valiant knights take drastic measures, as fair ladies take part in the battles. Beneath my folded legs, the rocks are cold and hard, and small insects clamber about as though they are mountain climbers. Birds land and quickly depart from the branches, busy building and constructing their nests. Caught up in my own mind, I miss the warning signs, and the buzzing of the hornets is upon me before I even realize it. Unprotected by the slim branches and the narrow leaves, I am attacked by the yellow and black soldiers before my story ends. My mother yells my name, telling me to get inside. I look and see her standing just outside my pretend kingdom with my brother. Standing and running, we all dash inside, fleeing the attackers

Other Child, My Brother:
I look out from among the branches, trying to find the hornets’ nest I stumbled upon yesterday. My sister is playing her silly make-believe game and Mom is gardening by the house. I know it’s around here, facing the street. I nearly pass underneath it when the buzzing alerts me to its presence. Mischievously, I wonder what would happen if I threw a rock at it. My first attempt strikes the tree trunk and I flinch in fearful anticipation. My next throw is braver; after all, they didn’t attack the first time. This rock hits my target, but it only clips the side. Several more hornets buzz out. Before I can lose my arrogant confidence, I throw one more rock and hit the hive dead center. It collapses and all the inhabitants flee their former home. They strike against me and I run from the onslaught. I pass my sister running towards my mom, screaming for help the entire time. Mom stands up and hollers to my sister and me to get inside. She waits for my sister to catch up and we escape the approaching attackers.

Mom:
Some quiet gardening, that’s all I wanted. I wanted half an hour to be able to relax and just let my green thumb do all the work. My two oldest children are off playing and running around like all children do during in the summer, and my youngest is inside taking a nap. The baby monitor is on the grass next to my feet in case he wakes up. The garden is freshly free of weeds, and I’m just beginning to gather up my tools when my son comes sprinting from behind the large willow tree. He is clearly distressed and yelling for help. Behind him, a dark cloud of hornets swarm. My daughter is still under the tree still, oblivious to the danger. I scream her name, trying to get her attention before the hornets attack her. My daughter sees the hornets and scrambles to run for the house. I wait until my daughter is in front of me before following her into the safety of the house.


Response to Invisible Man, by Sr. Agatha Mensah

My Topic
Invisible Man has evoked a variety of feelings and emotions within me. There were many sections that I liked about the book, and there were many sections that I did not like.

My Focus
Author Ralph Ellison chose a very good title for this book, because he describes how difficult it was for a black man to be recognized in white society. My focus is to delve into the title more deeply to unveil what was behind it. In addition, I want to know his central theme for his story.

What I learned from the story
During the time that the writer wrote  his book in 1947, blacks were nobody in this country. Their efforts were not recognized by the whites. I learned from this story that any black person who wanted to be treated the same as any white person had to experience many difficulties. The following quote explains it all: “If it’s Optic White, It’s the Right White” (217). This was because white people felt superior to blacks.

Question 1: How is this reading experience going for you? Briefly explain.
From the very beginning of the novel, the narrator made himself known as an “invisible man.” This statement is repeated many times in his story, because the narrator thought about himself as being invisible due to the racism in the United States when Ellison wrote the book in 1947. His main worry was how people were unable to see and confront the truth. He struggled to gain independence for the black people. In his story, he used the first person narrative, “I am an invisible man” (3). He talked about how he was not ashamed of the fact that his grandparents  were slaves (15). Throughout the book, the narrator was seeking his destiny, and he said, “All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was” (15).

 Ellison uses the “flashback” technique throughout the story (16). The narrator told the story of his grandfather who did not like white people. This bothered the narrator, because he was loved by white people at the beginning and, through them, he was given a scholarship to attend college.  He also referred to Booker T. Washington’s speech, “Cast your bucket where you are” (29) in his own words, because he wanted a friendly relation among all races. The narrator was afraid when he was delivering his speech, because he did not know whether the people would recognize his ability (24). 

The narrator shared all that he went through in life to his readers. He described characters who played a significant role in his life, and those who caused damage to him that, in turn, led to his expulsion from school. The narrator went to New York to seek employment at the factory, which eventually made him very sick. Throughout his life, he had good people to help him, such as Mary Rambo. The narrator stood up to fight for freedom for the black people.

After reading many books written by black people, I could see that many of the authors experienced racism. The invisible man did not experience actual  slavery. However, he experienced the devastating result of generations who have suffered from slavery before it was abolished. The narrator used dialogue when Dr. Blesdsoe was interrogating him on Norton’s issue (137). The narrator was insulted by Dr. Blesdsoe, who said, “You’re nobody, son. You don’t exist—can’t you see that?” He was insulted because he was not supposed to take Mr. Norton to the “Golden day” (138). He was expelled from the school and then went to New York (145). The narrator went through a lot of troubles in his life because of racism; the “N” word appears often in his story.

The lesson I learned from this story was the narrator’s courage to be able to stand against terrible situations, such as the ongoing effect of slavery. For example, he was brave when he was sacked from school. He also cultivated the habit of reading when he read countless books from the library (258). In the story, he regretted going to New York, because he liked to study.  Indeed, the narrator really suffered in the story. Due to his health, the doctor advised him to refrain from work, and this became a big issue for him. However, at long last, he adjusted to the situation. The narrator showed us in his book that we cannot run away from our own shadow; we cannot change how God made us. 

I liked the way the narrator told his story, because experience is the best teacher. He pinpointed all that he went through from the beginning to the end. Life was full of ups and downs for him. For example, Wrestrum accused him by saying “He aims to control the movement uptown. He wants to be a dictator” (401)! The narrator was intelligent in telling his story to his readers by putting in a lot of strategies to win the readers’ attention.

One thing I did not like about the narrator was when he started accusing the whites by saying that the white people “are all against us” (270).  Initially, he was liked by the white people as long as he behaved in a certain way. He liked them because of the scholarship and the brief case. The narrator’s story was full of irony and satire. The author’s presentation was confusing, complex and frustrating. He goes back and forth to present his ideas, which sometimes becomes irritating. The story was very long, with a lot of ideas. I had difficulties focusing on the main idea of the novel.

In summary,  Invisible Man used symbols to convey his message throughout the book. The most important message is that black people were considered to mean absolutely nothing … to be invisible in the eyes of a deeply unjust system, dominated by racism. The narrator ended his story by saying that “The end was in the beginning” (571) to put his readers in a thinking mood. In a nutshell, I will say that the narrator fought the good fight with all his might.

Works Cited

Ellison, Ralph. Invisible Man. New York: Vintage Books, 1947. Print.





Emma Kent and Jeff Fleshner, by Ookty Suhtar


Blossoms and love, by Sasha Jackson

Baby rose is closed before spring
Open bloom starts to ring
The smell, always good
The scent lifts my mood
Blossom makes petals shine
Long stem sounds like pine
It doesn't matter what colors they are
Love is like a spare.

 

 

Ice cream, by Sarah Peper

Your palms rest on the sun-warmed cement as you sit on the ledge of a large water fountain. You had closed your eyes and tilted your head back to soak in the warm sun, and to enjoy the soft spray of icy droplets flying from the fountain. You had stopped by at the peaceful fountain on a whim. As you were wandering the sidewalks of the town, it had caught your attention by how it sparkled and shimmered in a patch of sunlight in the midst of a shady park.

A shift in the wind draws your attention back to the gurgling fountain. You twist your torso around to look at the stream of water bubbling up. The flickering blue base of water bobs up and down, tempting you to take your sandals off, swing your legs over the ledge, and dangle your feet into its cool depths. You turn around again only when your strained neck begs you to reposition your posture. With your eyes open, and facing forward again, you start to notice other people.

You watch a couple saunter hand-in-hand down the shady sidewalk, towards the fountain, towards you. The guy whispers into the girl’s ear, and she giggles, tossing her long, perfect hair over her shoulder. You wish for a minute that you could have what they have, to be as happy and content as they are, but then you chide yourself. Give them their privacy, you think.

You see a mother and her two young boys nearby, eating a picnic lunch underneath a majestic maple tree. You hear the younger son say “Mommy, can I have licorice?”

“No, honey. How about you eat your peanut butter and jelly first?” was her reply. Then, noticing wrappers tumbling around on the lush, green grass, she says to her older son, “Kyle, would you please pick up those wrappers and drop them in that garbage can by the tree over there on your right?”

You follow her gaze to the right. Beyond the garbage can and tree, you see a group of teenagers clustered in front of the movie theatre across the street. Their laughter and banter echoes across the street and into the park where you’re sitting.

Your eyes drift back to what’s in front of you. Straight ahead, from your sunny perch on the fountain, you see the intersection of two roads that border the park. As cars carefully cruise by, drivers peer through their windows at the traffic lights, all the while keeping their eyes peeled for pedestrians. Throngs of people populate the sidewalks that lead up to the intersection, the heart of the small town. Pedestrians cross the intersections, many bearing cell phones, Starbucks drinks, or shopping bags.

You observe the people on the sidewalls: Some are jogging by, listening to music on their iPods; some are strolling past, glued to their cell phones; some are dining outside on the sidewalks, taking advantage of outdoor seating while the weather is warm. Parents are pushing strollers, friends are laughing, clusters of awkward teens are teasing each other, and shoppers are walking into and out of the abundant shops. For a few minutes you conjure up stories of who all these people are, their personalities, their stories, their backgrounds.

You snap back to reality as, out of the corner of your eye, you see a father lift his toddler daughter up onto to the fountain ledge. You hop off the ledge to let them walk around the circumference of the fountain. You see the Dad, beaming with pride, holding her hand as she starts to take baby steps. She wobbles at first, but keeps going.

You see them smiling and having a good time, and it looks like they’ll be there a while. You know that your time at the fountain ledge is up. Besides, you’ve been there for a while. You sigh. You wonder what to do next.

You decide that because it’s so hot and muggy out, you should get some ice cream. Wait, you wonder, do you have enough money? You shove your hand into your pocket and pull up some dollar bills. You have two dollars. Not much, you think, but enough for an ice cream cone.

You walk away from the fountain. You pass the mom and her two boys (who are now eating licorice). Then you start to dodge the shoppers, joggers, teens, and cell phone users on the sidewalk. You cross the intersection when the sign flashes a hand.

You turn to the right and walk towards the ice cream shop. Your ears, which had tuned out the bustle and hustle of the town while you were sitting on the fountain’s ledge, register the explosion of noise. The incessant outpouring of chatter, birds singing, shoes slapping against cement, flags whipping in the wind, the purring of car engines, and bursts of laughter through open restaurant doors all combine to overwhelm you with both the sense of community and the feeling of loneliness at the same time.

As you thread your way through sidewalk, wrapped in the stifling heat, you start to notice the shop windows. They offer tempting goods: trendy clothes, toys, sweet baked goods, candy, savory meals. Should you stop into one of them? It would be closer, and you wouldn’t have to walk so far, you think. But no, you decide. Ice cream must be the thing. It’s so hot out.

Finally, you reach the ice cream shop. It’s a brick building and small. To your dismay, it’s packed to the brim; people are spilling out from the open entrance at the side of the building. Other customers are clustered at the front of the building, impatiently waiting to buy their cold ice cream and shakes through the open windows. You take your place at the end of the line that stretches out from the side door. A few minutes pass and you are sandwiched between a group of girls and an older couple. Both groups are discussing which flavors they want. The girls want to get chocolaty flavors, and the older couple wants to share a banana split. 

When you finally reach the counter (after narrowly avoiding a collision with the girls carrying their chocolate chip ice cream cones), the cashier asks you what you want. You hesitate for a minute, but choose strawberry ice cream (single, in a cone). You plunk your dollar bills onto the counter and, as the girl gets your change and ice cream, you survey the area for a good place to eat your ice cream. It’s crowded, so you see that you have to go outside. The girl hands you your ice cream, and you say, “Thanks.” You walk out the door.

You sit down on the grass by the curb of the shop’s driveway and lick your ice cream. At first you are self-conscious about the people walking past your solitary self, but after a while you concentrate on the ice cream. You taste the creamy strawberry flavor on your dry tongue, you swallow the cool treat, and it travels down your throat, cooling you. You become lost in your ice cream for one, two, three minutes.

Finally, it’s gone. After you crunch down to the stub of your waffle cone, which has just a few trickles of melted ice cream left on the bottom, you wish that you had ordered more.You shrug the thought off, though, as you dust your hands off on your shorts. You walk back inside the shop, dart through the long line of customers, wipe your sticky fingertips off the best you can with paper towels from the dispenser on the counter, get a sip of water from the drinking fountain, and walk back out the door as fast as you can.

Once you are outside, you stop and look at your watch. What should you do now? Go back to the fountain? Wander around the streets some more? You see that you still have two hours left before you have to be home. You realize that you’re standing across the street from the public library. You remember that an event was planned there for this afternoon, and your friends might be there. So you get back on the sidewalk and stride towards the library.


An interview with the boogeyman, by Robert Rusk

Bloody Mary, Bunny Man, the Devil’s Chair. Urban legends we tell around campfires. Legends that could not possible be true. Every place in America has one. Some are based on facts. Real people, real places, yet they become ghost stories. Boogeymen. My hometown of Deadwood, Michigan, has a boogeyman. He is the reason I am writing this in the first place. Dr. Abraham Arkham, the boogeyman of Deadwood. 

The Arkham family is a household name in these parts. They founded Deadwood and the nearby town of Arkham. The family hails from England. They settled this area shortly after the War for Independence. Solomon Arkham, the family Patriarch, made a fortune in lumber. He used his fortune to build the family manor up on Dunwhich hill. The hill overlooks both towns, and the manor still stands to this day.

Solomon did not live to see the completion of the manor. He died from wounds sustained on a hunting trip. His son Abraham took over the family affairs. What is known of Abraham is that he was born in 1792 and studied medicine at the Perelman School of Medicine at the University of Pennsylvania. The rest of his life is lost to history. There are mentions of him in town records.  He helped deal with an outbreak of influenza and married a local girl named Eleanor Talbot.  Then in 1815, Eleanor was killed by a wild animal.

This where the legends begin. Losing his wife drove him insane. He began kidnapping people and robbing graves in a mad quest to bring her back. There were sights and attacks of strange creatures in and around town. Abraham became the stuff of nightmares. 

For a while, the town forgot about him and the so-called monster-men sightings. That was until 1951. A construction crew breaking ground for a new hospital discovered a mass grave filled with 60 skeletons. Reportedly, the skeletons were all deformed. Folklore historians saw this as proof that Dr. Arkham existed. The story takes a strange twist as carbon dating revealed the oldest skeleton was only 30 years old. Most people believe that the grave was the work of a serial killer.

Back in college, I did a paper on this article and on the doctor in general. I discovered there are stories on him or variations of him pretty much everywhere. Massachusetts, Louisiana, New York. There is even one from a concentration camp in Poland. Some stories say he has an army undead monster men or ape men. Others say he eats people and drinks their blood. I never believed the stories. Then I got the letter from him, asking for an interview. 

It was the first week of October. The air was cold and the sun was blocked by clouds. I walked into the Last Call Tavern. It is one of the oldest buildings in town. It hasn’t changed much since the 1800s. It has changed ownership a dozen times in the last 10 years. The newest owner is Judson Hog. A 6’ tall, 200-lbs. former Marine. He gets mad when people call him that. He always says there is no such thing as a former Marine. He is cleaning out a beer mug with a rag as I walk in. He is the closest thing I have to a friend. He is the only one who stayed by my side as my life fell apart. 

He looks up from the glass, “Hey, Abagail. What brings you in this early?”

Judson is the only person who calls me Abagail. I think he does it to get under my skin. I walk up to the counter.

“Nothing much, ‘Boss’ Hog.” I call him that to get under his skin. “Doing an interview.”

“In a bar?”

 “I might need some Dutch courage for this.”

“What, you interviewing a serial killer or something?”

“Guy claims to be Dr. Abraham Arkham.”

Judson laughs, then looks at the two men sitting at the other end. They are the typical redneck white trash you get in this place. They are a clearly half cut.

“Are either one of you pulling a prank on her?”

They both look at me and one says, “Sorry, we ain’t into jungle queens.”

Racism. One of the many reasons why I hate being the only black woman in this hick town.  Judson is about to hop over the counter when a voice cuts through the air. It is like steel with undertones of sorrow and rage to it. 

“I think you gentlemen have had enough.”

We all turn to look at the door way. “Holy shit.” Judson takes the words right out of my mouth.  At city hall there is portrait of Dr. Arkham. The man standing in the doorway is a spitting image of the portrait. His clothes look like the love child of the 1920s and the Wild West. He walks towards the rednecks. He has smile on his face. I have seen serial killers smile. There is nothing behind the smiles. This man, on the other hand, looks like like the devil is smiling at you. The rednecks are barely standing now. They are ready for a fight.

 “Who the hell are you?”

 “How rude of me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. Abraham Arkham.”

 “Oh, yeah? Then I’m the Queen of-“

Arkham grabs the redneck by the back and throws him out the front door. Twelve feet. That is the distance between the front door and the other end of the counter. He just threw a full-grown man like a softball out the front door. He grabs other man by the neck and drags him towards me. He lifts him with one hand says, “Apologize or I will debone you like a fish.”

Redneck says, “Sorry,” or at least attempts to. Arkham turns him to look him in the eyes.

“I am still going to kill you. Just not now.”

He throws the man out the door and turns towards me.

“Hello, Abagail, or do you prefer Miss West?”

I say nothing. Honestly, I am scared out of my mind. Judson is the same. 

“Ready for the exchange of favors?”

“What?”

“The interview will remind people why they should be afraid of me.”

“What do I get in return?”

“The man who killed your unborn child and cost you your marriage. I know who he is and where to find him. I am going to kill him for you.”

The devil.  I am staring at the devil.

“Shall we begin?”

Art of photography, by Olivia Khleif


This image was taken on a Ricoh camera, the film was developed in a dark room in 2006. This image turned out to be my favorite image I’ve ever taken even after having a digital camera. I eventually scanned this image and decided to edit it in Photoshop to change the brightness and contrast because the image started fading after some time. Digital art has advanced tremendously in the past 10 years, and there are so many things artists are able to do now. But to truly understand and appreciate photography for what it is, I think that we should remind ourselves that to capture an image was not just snapping a picture on your phone or a high-powered camera. It was capturing it on a camera, waiting for the roll to be finished, developing it and then seeing what it is you have captured. The process was not as instant as it is now, which made it so much more satisfying as you watch the image appear in the chemicals. I think that this generation is so lucky to be able to salvage images even if they are developed like this one. We are lucky that we can capture moments and have them instantly saved for as long as we want them. This image, to me, is a reminder to appreciate the Art of Photography for what it truly is.