INSIDE OUT 2012 SPRING - Jefferson

1 INSIDE OutS p r i n g 2 0 1 2 INSIDE OUTJeff Arts Literary MagazineSpring 2012 Editors-in-ChiefNona LuAndi FrankenburgerEditors Sucharitha BalasubramaniamKathryn BlackEmily FayJeff rey FinebergDaniel GealyTessa LawrenceHuong LeXuemei Ye Faculty ModeratorDr. Michael J. VergareThe Jeff erson Arts organization was founded primarily to off er Jeff erson stu-dents the opportunity to express themselves through art. The Jeff erson Arts organization focuses on such media as art & photography, writing, and music, and supports diverse activities including live readings, art exhibits and musi-cal performances.

2 In addition, the organization publishes INSIDE Out, an annual art and literary journal which showcases photography, paintings and sketch-es, short stories, poems and essays contributed by Jeff erson students. All of these activities are designed to bring more diversity to the Jeff erson commu-nity; to allow students, faculty and staff the chance to stop and refl ect on their daily lives; and to provide a creative outlet from the rigors of school and more student artistic submissions in the online version of INSIDE Out at Jeff erson Arts Organization has once again produced a re-freshing publication that comes just in time to lift our spirits as att ention turns to exams, graduation and the promise of a summer to explore new horizons.

3 This year s process included a much more developed, blinded review of all submissions. My thanks go out to the student volun-teers and our Student Services staff who have helped us advance from an informal compilation of work to a polished presentation of the creative eff orts of our J. Vergare, MDSenior Vice President for Academic Aff airsThomas Jeff erson UniversitySpring, 2012 Submissions may be emailed to @jeff Photographic submissions should be saved in a .jpeg fi le using the highest resolution possible.

4 Artwork should be photo-graphed from a direct angle, without glare or visible background, and saved in the same manner as photographs. All submissions will be reviewed anonymously; not all submissions will be print-ed. Please note that entries will be judged as submitt ed; INSIDE Out will not crop, sharpen or otherwise adjust an improperly-saved graphic submission. Manuscripts (prose, poetry, translations, short plays, etc.) should be submitt ed in a Word-compatible document, and saved under the name of the piece (or untitled, if applicable).

5 All submissions MUST be accompanied by a separate cover lett er document containing the following: - Author or artist s name - Email address and local phone number - College, department or undergraduate program and year in school - Genre and title of each submission INSIDE Out does not publish anonymous submissions, resubmis-sions or previously published works. Further submission inqui-ries may be addressed to Jeff ersonArts@jeff InformationContentsJonathan Elias Yuliya Baratt Huong LeMiranda LawNathan FriedMiranda LawNeil Flannery HaidorferEvan SlagleYuliya Baratt Nishi DedaniaMichael MincklerAlissa HermanNate JordanAndi FrankenburgerMichael Minckler Sharon LiSucharitha BalasubramaniamDesmond WilsonChristine ChenYuliya Baratt 123458910111213141516171819212223 The Sea Conqueror Fear Dreamer Mosaic The Colored White Desert of EgyptThe Hands of My

6 First AutopsyWhite and BlueEsperarRetrograde FrequencyChildhoodFlying South for the WinterBarn in WinterMountain GoatTree Burr WakeMt. Rainier Viewed from Seatt le, WASisterhoodThe Wistful Writer Trash Dump HouseOne Man s TrashYour EyesFront CoverInside Front CoverBack CoverAlissa HermanDaniel GealyKate MadaraRob StewartHuong LeKelly A. Lopez CintronEvan SlagleChristina NguyenDesmond WilsonRobin FryChristine ChenAdriann BautistaDesmond WilsonDave MillerEmily Fay242526272829313233343536 Glacial Runoff Not in our Stars.

7 But in Ourselves The RiverEndless Stockholm NightVertical LinesThe Pursuit of HumanityGlacial HushPoppyShedsThe EndingAutumn NightBuoyancyLimblessThe Daily GrindFree Energy1 Jonathan Elias2 FearYuliya Baratt Scared of the dark and scared of lightScared of speed and scared of fl ightScared of making the wrong choiceScared of raising up your voiceScared of meeting someone newScared of being led askewScared of coming off too toughScared you ll never be enoughScared of this one tooBut all you have to fear is you. 3 Huong LeMiranda Law4 The hands of my fi rst autopsy Nathan FriedI watched my fi rst autopsy today.

8 The old man layed there on the cold steel table, fully naked, head tilted back, chest completely open and vivid contrast, the drab dank room was fi lled with the spirit, conversation, and life of doctors, interns, and students as they re-moved organs for weighing. This experience, unlike many, seemed to be incredibly close to that of which I had been exposed to on TV dramas. The skin, the fat, the genitals, the feet all seemed fake, all just a production for the next CSI plot twist. Even the face of this old man looked nothing more than a poorly made Halloween my eyes across his blood covered wrinkles, I felt discon-nected and oddly at ease.

9 For a moment, I wondered if this was the result of being brought up in the 21st century fi lled with senseless murders and violent video games, constantly bombard-ed with blood, guts, and gore. I felt sudden relief of this thought, however, as my eyes sett led to this poor man s right hand. It was then that I felt that surge of emotion that was terribly absent open, palm up. As if waiting for a loved one to hand him not rushed, but simply waiting. The left hand was down, curled, but still relaxed just as my father s might be while sleeping.

10 Somehow, nothing of this man, of this autopsy, not even his face, seemed to bother me as much as his lifeless hands. It was at this moment, I felt for the fi rst time his existence, or should I say, absent decided to removed my scrubs, washed up in the morgue s bathroom, and took the elevator to the fi rst fl oor. Walking across the green-fi lled courtyard at Jefferson , my mind was still fi xated on that old man s hands. What was it about them that bothered me so much? Why did nothing, not even his eyes, mouth, or nose bother me?