Elderly Man Found Drowned in River

by: William Peters

(Dramatic poem)

I float under here and hear the town’s words
You talked about me.
Your voices are soothing to me now, your consonants rounded,
Fuzzy around the edges.

When I walked the streets in town you took in my high waisted pants
My cataract eyes, my teeth (did I put them in?), my hair nearly gone
My unsteady gate; my pauses.
No one bothered to ask my name any more
It is Avery. It was Avery. You know it now.
Your voices were sharp, commanding,
“Move it old man!” You thought I could not hear and
I played along.

Please do not feel guilty. I hold no grudges. I like it here.
Everything is smooth, I am youth now, fluid. My thoughts float by.
The river is dark, vast, and deep,
But sure of itself.
Commanding my direction,
Finally I have somewhere to go.

I will drift a while, you can join me here.
Awash in comfort, rocked in warmth.
Feelings are different in the underneath
They sluice, languid and silky
Gliding along my skin
Dip and sway, roll away.

Here beneath my shoulders aren’t rounded,
The burden of myself is lifted,
Carried away on the lulling current.
The sunlight glitters, filtered, refracted,
Even it can’t reach me here.

Oh you’ll all walk away,
I know that,
But knowing that won’t change me.
Eventually I’ll be a skeleton,
No flesh, just bones
Resting on the bottom,
The memory of me.

William Peters was born in Missippi but was raised for most of his life in Flagstaff, Arizona. As a result he is a lover of mountain bicycling, snowboarding, and most things outdoors. William is married to his wife, Melony, and has 3 children and a fourth on the way. He is in school with the hopes of becoming a mechanical engineer with a love for poetry reading on the side.

Stranger on the Bus

by: Ksenia Arkhangelski

I don’t know who you are,

I don’t why you’re on the bus.

Maybe, like me, you crashed your car?

I don’t know what you’re thinking

As I sniffle next to you,

My heart like Titanic splitting, sinking.

I don’t know how your life’s been

You’ve no doubt shed more deserved tears

Than the silly ones dripping from my chin.

I don’t know your next destination,

Nor the worries fogging your mind,

Nor what gives you joy or frustration.

Still, I remember you, just for that time

When you told me it’ll be okay.

Your kindness inspired this rhyme.

A Scottish Pirate Sea Shanty

By: Brandie Hyde

(A parody of “The Scotsman” originally performed by Bryan Bowers, original lyrics
by Mike Cross; Pirate themed adaptation)

 

Well a
pi-rate dressed in fine at-tire,
left the tav-ern he’d en-dared

It was
clear, by how he slur-ed his words,
that his poor liv-er had failed.
He stum-bled till was fin-nally forced
to yield; admit defeat,
then he craw-led in-to a
cor-ner
where he prom-ptly fell
a-sleep.

Yo ho
mat-ties!
un-der brutes for loots!
yo ho mate-il-ies my boot!
He crawled in-to a cor-ner
where he promp-tly fell
a-sleep.

Soon there
af-ter,
maid-en wench-es
wand-erd close near-by.
One whis-pers to the oth-er,
with some mis-chief on her mind.
“Let’s check that sleep-ing pi-rate,
bat-tle worn of pun-gent smell,
and see –for all their
brag-gin’
what they pack be-neath the
belt!

Yo ho
mat-ties!
un-der brutes for loots!
yo ho mate-il-ies my boot!
and see –for all their
brag-gin’
what they pack be-neath the
belt!

Exam-ined
for a min-unte,
then one says, they must move-on,
but as we de-part,
de-vise some art,
be-fore we all are gone.
They placed a ring of flow-ers,
‘round his pri-vate pi-rate mast,
for the gift of
in-for-ma-tion,
that their friend had just sur-passed

Yo ho
mat-ties!
un-der brutes for loots!
yo ho mat-il-ies my boot!
for the gift of
in-for-ma-tion,
that their friend had just sur-passed

Our pi-rate
wakes,
to par-rot’s squawk,
and crawls to the la-trine.
Dis-robes to ans-wer liq-uor’s urge,
and balks at this odd scene.

And with a
tone of star-tle,
to that which greets his eye,
“Well I’ve No i-dea just where ye been,
but it’s clear ye earned a prize!”

Yo ho
mat-ties!
un-der brutes for loots!
yo ho mat-il-ies my boot!
“Well I’ve No i-dea just where ye been,
but it’s clear ye earned a P-R-I-Z-E !!!”

 

BIO:
The past eighteen months have been, to put it politely, challenging. Essentially the end of life as I previously knew it. The return to college life following more than a decade hiatus has been, well… let’s call it colorful. I managed to survive my first semester back in the swing of things and am currently working on a second. It is my goal to complete an Associate in Arts Degree by December 2013 and continue on to study Criminal Justice Forensics.

A Sirius Attraction

by: Megan Finsel

And we danced together,

You and me, held forever,

8.6 light years, light on our feet.

Trapped in this cosmos this eternity,

Bodies burning, 24,800 Kelvin,

A and B, you and me, welcome to ecstasy.

Around and around, whirling we go; orbital eccentricity.

First 31.5 AU then 8.1 AU and back again,

Held together in this gravitational field,

350,000 times greater than Earth’s,

Redshift, set adrift, amid Heaven’s seas.

It’s a dog-eat-dog universe out there;

They said we’d never make it.

Oh they scoffed: “They’ll sizzle out, shooting stars eventually fizzle.”

Yet while Orion rolled his eyes, while Leo and Gemini laughed and judged,

We were far from Earth, out of body, out of mind,

Glowing like a thousand suns.

Our ultraviolet luminosity was the source of their curiosity.

Together we can burn the brightest,

As we dancealonein space.

Binary; if you’ll be my companion, I’ll be your Primary,

A and B, you and me, welcome to our galaxy.

How can I describe me? If you’ve seen me around campus I always have a paintbrush in my hair. I am an artist and a writer and (whether with words or with paint) telling stories is one of my greatest passions. I strongly believe that words can make a difference, and if my work can make at least one person smile, then I have done my job. I hope someday to be a Special Education teacher, but I know I will always tell stories. Now you know me 🙂

Rise of the Kraken

by: Cherri Hewitt

Tentacles squirming

Like worms on a leaf

Amanita potions

Transformation

We seek

Rising rituals

Siberian gnomes

Stirs the beast

Off Norwegian coasts

We forget to remember

Our light

How we died

Over and Over

In Muscarian skies

An array of human experience

Flips through my mind

Shuffled deck of lives

Times

All is forgiven

I find myself again

We are the experience

We find us in the end

We forget so we can be

Form symbiotically

Forever with pine tree

Lost infinitely

Pulled by deep black oceans

We think we’re on an island

And then we

Remember

The Kraken’s arising

The Red Planet

by: C.E. Churchill

2,106 miles of burning sun

776 days of hell.

It seems appropriate, at first,

That they named the planet

After the god of war,

But truth is,

All of us know that to

Step onto its blistering surface

would not be a battle

But a massacre,

Engineered by our own greedy hands.

95.32% CO2 atmosphere,

0.376 gs of gravity.

The Red Planet mocks us,

A herald for broken dreams,

Lost hopes.

It calls out to us, full of malice, its words as cruel and

Blackened

As it has made out hearts.

“Come and you die,” its says,

“I am not a rest stop for

You. I am not salvation.”

370 miles of volcanoes,

But with days only 40 minutes longer than our own,

Mars hovers beyond the blue sky,

Too far to see, too far to reach,

Too far to claim.

Second smallest planet in the solar system,

Fourth planet from the sun.

The Red Planet,

It mocks us.

It will never be our home.

Spring Staff 2013

    Editorial Council

 

Ashley T. Pitcher – I am the secretary of Elektraphrog. This a very time consuming and difficult position on the online magazine. You could say that the most important role on the magazine. I am a beautiful twenty year old smart red head with a shopping addiction and or habit.Once I am finished at SCF I plain to attend the University of Central Florida and will get my bachelors in Event Management at UCF’s sister campus of Rosen.

 

Kaitlyn Beck -Is a sophomore at SCF  and majoring in English Education. Kaitlyn hopes to be a teacher specializing in English as a second language in other countries. When Kaitlyn was a small child she was abducted by fairies and Dean Winchester saved her there probes. At the end of Kaitlyn’s freshmen year in high school she was bitten by a shark during shark week and still has all of her appendages.

 

Josh Felthoff– Is the leprechaun of SCF . Josh’s major accomplishment at SCF is running student government and participating in  all of the clubs on campus and going the extra mile to help his fellow students. Josh works in the library helping students with their papers and finding course material. Josh is a real stand up guy. And guards his lucky charms because they are magically delicious.

 

Tim Kujawa–  Tim is just a city boy, born and raised in and  grew up..ish  in the small town of Kincaid Illinois.
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere. At 11 he moved to Florida where he attended L.A Ainger Middle School, and Lemon Bay High School. He now attends SCF and is pursuing a degree in film.Tim is also Quinton Tarantino’s biggest fan boy . Tim is always a fanatic all of the Marvel comic books especially Iron Man comics and movies….more or less he is in love with Robert Downey Jr..

 

Jackie Anderson – When she is not busy with school and doing homework Jackie likes to slay dragons, go on epic adventures, bake, cook, and hang out with friends. Halloween and shark week are her favorite times of the year. Also she is trying this new concept of getting tan. She is getting her A.A degree at SCF and hopes to transfer to Keiser University in the fall to purse her love of cooking and baking.

 

Elusive

by: Martha Scott

Watered deepened to indigo blue beckons softly beyond the brush

Thickened by a thousand years of soldiers marching, stomping on,

Removed by wind, their helmets flew on eagle wings above the hue

Of blue and green, yellow orange and red,

As the search they’d started prepared its get away

To uncover the elusive purple of a flower so rare and pure,

Changing to wolverines that begin to bay

At the little girl that had been kissed

By ladybugs deliciously hibernating in her locks,

Who doesn’t think, so jumps she must

Happily, demonic faces in the air

Christ-like turn from one to four

As a reflection in the mirror tells the story

A continuation of just another trapped

Became as one, a south bound collision

Heralding a north bound train.

Ah, about that purple flower from a time of a long ago

Finally it was pulled and pulled, just beneath the stone

And in the water, it was thrown

With hopes that it was swept away.

Sometimes it doesn’t hurt or feel so bad

Over the ruins we walk today,

As everything that ever mattered

Quite succinctly and just as plainly,

Totally, disintegrated.