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As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
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Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless --
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye --
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: -- from off their delicate stems
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In his first year of college at age 17, he
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father replied, 'Because when I'm buying horses, I have to make
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Greyhound. by Christina Scarlet

The service of champions. One form of Pan-American transportation that is guaranteed cheap and
ensures an interesting, mostly unpleasant experience. The workers and the customers alike share in
their hatred of its existence, mutually despondent and easily annoyed making their interactions both
entertaining and dangerous.
!!! Traveling on the Greyhound used to scare me. My sister would take it home from college when I
was younger and I would stare at her in awe and be enamored by her courage. The stories she would tell were reminiscent of
scary stories told around a campfire-! large smelly men sitting next to her, snoring loudly, strange people telling her their life
stories, spilling to her their deepest darkest secrets. The Greyhound bus sounded like an adventure, a place where only the
strong survived. There was no way I was going to take the Greyhound, I thought to myself. Not in a billion years would I
subject myself to those tales of horror. Then I grew up and realized how cheap I was and decided the bus wasn’t that bad.
!!! I had to go to Richmond because I thought I wanted to live there. I was going to be staying with my friend’s family until
my friend and I could find jobs and an apartment of our own. I’ve only taken the Greyhound to Richmond. I took the bus to
Richmond a few times before with little problems. Of course, they say the third time is the charm, and what a charm. Damn
that charm. I had just finished a semi-pleasant visit with my sister, brother-in-law, and my newborn nephew. I say semi-
pleasant because my mother was there and makes everything complicated and frustrating. She kept pestering me about going
back to Miami and I kept saying, “NO.” Finally, she gave up and was pissed and didn’t say goodbye to anyone the following
morning and refused to pick up her cell. Complicated. Anyway, I get to the station and it’s closed. FML. I stare into the
empty office, utterly bewildered. According to the service hours on the door the place was supposed to be open until nine
that night. Then I hear a feverishly honking car horn. Looking around, trying to figure out what the cause of that ridiculously
honking, I find nothing. Until, I see the person in the car is waving imploringly. My elementary school training went out the
window as I approached the car. A woman was sitting in the car sniffling, tissues strewn across her lap. She told me she was
going home early because she was sick, but she would sell me a ticket. My common sense went out the window as I gave
her my information and my money. I looked at my sister who was sitting in the car across the street. Her face was full of
worry and doubt. The woman told me to wait there and she would bring me my ticket. I half expected her to drive off
laughing heartily at my stupidity.
" Luckily, the sickly woman really was an employee and bought me my change and my ticket. I thanked her and she
smiled faintly and hopped back into her car and left. The office was officially closed at three o’clock, a full six hours before
it was supposed to close. I bet Greyhound would not be happy. I was though, so I didn’t care. The bus finally arrived and I
said goodbye and ascended to hell. Everyone’s eyes were on me, burning into my soul, when I stepped upped the stairs onto
the bus. At that moment I became the most awkward discombobulated mess. It was like I was drunk as I looked around
hazily, stumbling down the aisle talking to myself, “No, I can’t sit there... Whoops... Oh, okay.” I made my way to the end of
the bus next to a quiet old man with some teeth missing. Well, I was hoping he was quiet. Actually, my first thought was, Oh
shit, he’s racist. Will anyone hear me scream if he tries to kill me. How wrong of me to assume such a thing of him. No, he
was not a racist. He was a talker. I kind of wished he was racist, because then I would have had a nice silent trip.
" Things I learned about him while we shared a row for 2 and a half hours: He smoked, he’d been on the bus for over
10 hours, he likes gum, he smokes and was happy I didn’t. You’re probably saying, oh that’s not so bad. It is. I didn’t want to
know anything about him, but now I have this useless information forged in my head and I’m not sure when it will go away.
Along with the fascinating chitchat, a child with a propensity to pee- a lot- was also on the bus. His mother had given up
going with him after the first three times he wanted to go. Around the fifth or sixth time is when all hell broke loose.
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The little boy skipped to the bathroom, anxious to get into that smelly stall to
do heaven knows what. Absently locking the door behind him, he did his
business, flushed the toilet excitedly - I knew he was excited about the flushing because of the
wonderment in his voice the last billion times he was in there with his mom. He then jiggled the door
handle to exit the putrid dungeon, but was unsuccessful. He tried a second time. Then a third. The fourth
time he tried the door he finally gave up and succumbed to his impending death in the hallow stench, but
then rethought his decision and proceeded to bang furiously on the door.
“Get me out of here!” He screamed powerfully. I had no idea a
child of his size could scream with that much force. The entire bus
had his attention.
“Mommy! Help me! Help! Help! Help” Screaming his little lungs
out, he dragged out each help like it was his last breath, extending
the vowels with furious determination. A hero stood up - not me,
not a chance I was getting involved in this drama, and tried to
open the locked door. I giggled (in my head of course), what a
silly man to attempt the impossible. That kid was a goner. After
several minutes and a few more daring passengers willing to
crowd the bathroom door in feeble attempts at freeing the
screaming child, his mother finally stumbled to the back of the bus
and tried to calm the tiny raging lunatic down. “Stop yelling,” she
told him sternly. Obviously, he ignored her. Then one of the passengers realized the only way the little guy
would get out of that bathroom would be to actually unlock it. So, he told the littly tyke to turn the latch
above the handle to the left. “Turn it to the left. You have to calm down. Turn the latch to the left. The
latch above the handle.” So now it reached new levels of ridiculousness. The man shouting at the terrified,
screaming boy. The mother yelling at her son to calm down. The bus driver yelling back every so often at
the mother, “You should have been with him. You should always accompany a child to the bathroom.”
This went on for a good fifteen minutes until finally we all heard the wonderful sound of the latch turning.
The exhausted yelling youngen stumbled out, face covered in tears. He was trembling as his mother
wrapped her neglectful arms around him. He looked at her angrily, but allowed her to hug him. They both
went back to their seats and I didn’t see them for the rest of the ride. Everyone on the bus was relieved the
noise ceased and went back to their respective books, electronic gadgets, or distant stares out the window.
I turned back in my seat, hoping the nice toothless man next to me would give me peace. He did. And I
went back to reading, he looked out as America passed him by in bursts of color, reds, oranges and
yellows, and probably thought of his existence in this constantly changing world.
Greyhound: 1. Chris: 0 but Amused
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Monkey
My simian friend.
Puckered face that collapsed my knees.
Kerosene affixed to the fire that had died down.
The warmest months involved some light gusts of comfort
Light-hearted breezes crossing the flooded Mississippi,
To the cosmopolitan island where I remained.
Bringing with them optimistic words,
Gleaming whispers of a time,
That you were here,
To reassure me.
- Raul Chavez

Rhino
Had it never
Raised concern to the discomforted rhinoceros in the courtroom
Horning the jury who persecutes me, I would soberly remain.
Proud ungulate endeavor though, to eject me out of my domain.
Never has it
Been an obscenity to wander blurred from the night.
Poking through gloomy corridors and doorways.
Never will it
Be pardonable to close the door in such a way.

-Raul Chavez
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Promise to Self I promise to be my own best

I promise to be my own best friend, till the day I die.
friend, till the day I die.
I will continue to bring forth my
own jubilation. The love for self I will not deny.
Exquisite me, myself, and I. To other women I will be an
inspiration.
Exquisite me, myself, and
I vow to never give another the I.
power to make me cry.
I will remember I am a unique
creation. Everyday I look in the
I promise to be my own best mirror a smile I will
friend, till the day I die. apply.
I will not need another to
give my life clarification.
I will seek endless knowledge, I promise to be my own
for my mind I promise to intensify. best friend, till the day I die.
I will never accept any limitation. Exquisite me, myself, and I.
Exquisite me, myself, and I.
by Danielle Marie
Gittens-Alexander, my
I will forever stay true to me, to mother and the
strongest woman I
myself never lie. know.
I will never settle for imitations.
W T A
ho’s hat

To The River
u!or?

by

Edgar Allan Poe

(published 1829)

!!
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
!!! Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
!!!!!! Of beauty -- the unhidden heart --
!!!!!! The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks --

!!!!!! Which glistens then, and trembles --
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
!!!!!! Her worshipper resembles;
For in my heart, as in thy stream,
!!! Her image deeply lies --
The heart which trembles at the beam
!!! Of her soul-searching eyes.
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