Staff — Spring 2011

Chelsey Lucas, Editor in Chief As a paper-writing extraordinaire, English language, literature, and composition has become my life’s calling. After two amazing years at SCF, I’ve obtained my AA and am moving on to New College of Florida for the fall semester to continue my education in becoming a teacher at the college level (and…

Poetry — Spring 2011

Kelley Egan, “Feel Like Winter” Kelley Egan, “Goodbye” Joel Hanson, Taking Love (winner of the Swampscribes Booty Call contest) Korey Jones, “Hard Enough, I’ve Found It Is” Marc Killam, “This Most Terrible Sting” Chelsey Lucas, “No One Can Protect Her” Anna Maldzhiev, “Chaos and Beauty” Justin Oberg, “We” Michael Rodgers, “Recipe for Disaster” Catherine Smith,…

Visual Arts — Spring 2011

Chris Langnes, “Wood Ducks” Chris Langnes, “Hours Old Crane Chicks” Blossom O’Radovich, “Charcoal Eyes” Blossom O’Radovich, “Epiphany” Blossom O’Radovich, “Flamingo” Blossom O’Radovich, “Self Portrait” Faculty and Staff Woody McCree, “Myakka Preserve” Woody McCree, “Paynes Prairie” Woody McCree, “Woodpeckers”

This Most Terrible Sting

by Mark Killam Under the glare of a cold winter sun, there they stood- one huge family gathered as one, gaining great strength, as they buried a loving son. The horrific deed now is done, their lonesome journey- one of loss and despair-just begun. Yet in being together sharing bittersweet memories- Along with the laughter…

For One Who is Lost

by Woody McCree My Love for you fills the universe. What the first wave of radiation felt When that first pulsing particle expanded and stretched To become the outward edge of all galaxies, That is the love I feel for you.   The drive to reach for nutrients In the fluids beyond the first amoeba’s…

Recipe for Disaster

by Michael Rodgers Main ingredients: One self-centered redneck The dumber the better One stubborn female Any size and IQ will do Secondary ingredients: Two bad attitudes A considerable amount of wild sex Copious amounts of hard liquor A Generous dusting of Cocaine One large can of Whoop-ass One single wide trailer Any caliber firearm Note…

Hard Enough, I’ve Found It Is

by Korey Jones Hard enough, I’ve found it is Choosing just one scene to live. For oceans rise and cornfields run, But look the same when all is done And lives are rooted, sand or snow, Which dots on maps have never shown; So many boxes here and there Still home to ghosts that time…