Open Access. Powered by Scholars. Published by Universities.®

Arts and Humanities Commons

Open Access. Powered by Scholars. Published by Universities.®

Fiction

Sketch

1969

Articles 1 - 30 of 44

Full-Text Articles in Arts and Humanities

Thanks, Marshel Rossow Jan 1969

Thanks, Marshel Rossow

Sketch

No abstract provided.


A White Hell, Diane Ney Jan 1969

A White Hell, Diane Ney

Sketch

No abstract provided.


A Face Like An Angel, Earl Keyser Jan 1969

A Face Like An Angel, Earl Keyser

Sketch

HARRY Coles, Jonesboro High School geometry teacher, sat on his bed, vainly trying to undo a knot in one lace of his black dress shoes. When he had begun dressing, he was whistling Seventy-six Trombones, now he whistled "The March to the Scaffold" from Berlioz' Symphonie Fantastique. His moisture-laden brow contracted as he labored in vain, the knot seeming almost Gordian. ..


Tijuana, John P. Chaplick Jan 1969

Tijuana, John P. Chaplick

Sketch

I N THE blackness of the sidesiiect. a dimly lit sign danced over an open door. Skewing his eyes and cocking his head backwards, Billy could just make out the words in the bluish glow—The Blue Fox. Now. to him. thai seemed a hilariously funny name and he let out a whoop of uncontrollable laughter as Al and Tom half-carried, half-dragged him inside..


Tad, Penelope Brown Jan 1969

Tad, Penelope Brown

Sketch

MUDDY greens and a dry. dispassionate beige were the only colon in the small, rectangular living room. The furniture's square lines were arranged along the outer edges or the room. 1 lie dark green carpet and drab curtains stifled the street noises that were trying in vain to permeate (he house. In (he center ol the floor a small boy lay on his stomach, alone, playing quietly with coat hangers that he had bent into doll-shapes. Now and then he stopped to listen to his father raging in the kitchen. Although he could not hear his mother's feeble ...


Sailor, Sleep, Joseph C. Desy Jan 1969

Sailor, Sleep, Joseph C. Desy

Sketch

great ocean winds blinded the sailor and his wife in the sea and his sunken ships in the sea were all told the pilot too and the starfish and the rosaries in the sea his ghost ship dogs surviving from hunger ribs poking through their sides of the great salt sea of the books we read bored of sea tales and sailors' wives yet he runs home sometimes the blinded sailor to sleep in the wind of the great salt sea to sleep in his sunken ships and the great ocean winds...


(No Title), Michael Firth Jan 1969

(No Title), Michael Firth

Sketch

A halo, Unlike a hat, Is more becoming, When not in style...


Haiku, Barb Spitz Jan 1969

Haiku, Barb Spitz

Sketch

Yellow, green and blue — on every bush and roadside, Springtime writes Haiku...


Moth, Joseph C. Desy Jan 1969

Moth, Joseph C. Desy

Sketch

in her little hand she cupped the furry moth and curled her fingers slowly over it to keep it from flying away and she brought it close to her face and talked to it dearly as if she were talking to her own child a child that she had once wished for but never could have and after she spoke to it she picked it u p gently by its wings closed her loving eyes and ate it...


Haiku, Diane English Jan 1969

Haiku, Diane English

Sketch

My goldfish laughing Surveys naked farce on desk Secure in fragile bowl...


A Stranger's Funeral, Marshel Rossow Jan 1969

A Stranger's Funeral, Marshel Rossow

Sketch

T H E WINTER sky in the west was shot wilh purple. Th e * red, steady sun, alreidy set. had left behind a half-circle that glowed on the horizon with the icy radiance of pink quartz. But gray December clouds hung low over Belleville, so the glow did not touch the town...


An Addition To The Family, Barbara Doering Jan 1969

An Addition To The Family, Barbara Doering

Sketch

No abstract provided.


And Never Go Home, Marshel Rossow Jan 1969

And Never Go Home, Marshel Rossow

Sketch

TT WAS (lie season of high clouds and bright skies and •*• wood smoke. Dr. Hilnian wailed as die Negro porter opened the door of the passenger coach that had (onfined him for more than four hours since he left (he Chicago depot...


And Leave It For The Water, Marshel Rossow Jan 1969

And Leave It For The Water, Marshel Rossow

Sketch

T HE SUN couldn't punch through the leaden sky that clung over Spocari, and the rain kept coming down. For five days and nearly five nights it had rained—hard rain, but not the stinging, driving kind. It was warm rain, at least warm for the time of year. Second warmest March on record, the Herald said, and the damp air wasn't cold in spite of the hovering clouds..


On A Sunday Afternoon I Lay Down, Sherman Turner Jan 1969

On A Sunday Afternoon I Lay Down, Sherman Turner

Sketch

. . . I remember a crowd of people On a Sunday at the swimming poolSlippery wet, half-clothed people, With matted hair and chlorine eyesAll standing around gazing at And talking about something In hushed five-fathom voices..


The Great American Novel By Gordon Mccomby, Dean Womeldorf Jan 1969

The Great American Novel By Gordon Mccomby, Dean Womeldorf

Sketch

the first page of the great american novel has been transformed into verse gordon mcComby sent it to me he wrote it and wanted my opinion i liked it and will copy it below so you can see what my friend gordon mcComby did and sent to me...


J.D. Crawford: 1898-1963, Dean Womeldorf Jan 1969

J.D. Crawford: 1898-1963, Dean Womeldorf

Sketch

In the dying embers of daylight I heard an old man cry Someone yelled bring water and a doctor Quickly run fetch your mother He needs the touch of a woman's hand on his brow I ran and stumbled through a cornfield And told my mother heavily breathin' Old Man Crawford's sick They want you and hurry Ma he's sick She ran I followed through the corn And burst through Crawford's kitchen door Pa a gasp close his eyes And wash his sweaty face clean...


Return, Lucia Wilmoth Jan 1969

Return, Lucia Wilmoth

Sketch

I DROVE into the parking lot and headed toward the lane where I always had parked. As I turned in a sign glared, ''One way". Strange . ..


(No Title), Diane Rogers Jan 1969

(No Title), Diane Rogers

Sketch

pale, pale whisper. haunt me. scream into my quiet blood. you are nothing, but my very pulse...


Snap, Richard Guthrie Jan 1969

Snap, Richard Guthrie

Sketch

I know what I must do, snap goes another aerial. It really is funny how easily they break. Walking down the street, I reach out and grab another and, with a twist of the wrist, snap another aerial...


For Your Evenings, Dean Womeldorf Jan 1969

For Your Evenings, Dean Womeldorf

Sketch

when dawn came do you remember how happy rainfall seemed days have gone by since our meeting when tolstoy danced for you and wrote sonnets for your evenings...


The Peony Sprite, Vicki Routh Jan 1969

The Peony Sprite, Vicki Routh

Sketch

O NCE upon a summer day, a young girl sat reading in her favorite flower patch a purloined copy of Alan Ginsberg, which she pirated from her Mother's secret hiding place for it....


A Song For Margie, Dennis Hathaway Jan 1969

A Song For Margie, Dennis Hathaway

Sketch

T HE THRE E young men sat at a table in the back room of Swede's Bar, playing cards and drinking beer. It was Saturday night. It was dance night, and a monotonous rapping of drums and the flat screech of a saxophone from the Legion Hall across the street drifted in the screen door that opened into the alley...


And A Few Nails, Marshel Rossow Jan 1969

And A Few Nails, Marshel Rossow

Sketch

A GUST of wind slipped through the paneless frame and tossed dust into my face. I coughed, spat, then looked up at the sky-splattered roof. "Bad storm last week," I thought aloud. "Really took the shingles."


People Need People, Joyce Losure Jan 1969

People Need People, Joyce Losure

Sketch

This has to be the Meyers' house. The young man let the heavy brass arm of the knocker fall against the metal plate on the walnut door. Mrs. Meyer collected old-fashioned things when we were neighbors. Didn't they have a knocker like this even then?


The Hand Of Darkness, Terry Gogerty Jan 1969

The Hand Of Darkness, Terry Gogerty

Sketch

a glowing spindle speeding through the sky pushing its woven light then comes . . . the POWERFUL hand of darkness...


(No Title), Michael Firth Jan 1969

(No Title), Michael Firth

Sketch

T h e Jesus Machine, a human collage Of wounds and cuts and good words said, And, now remembered, his cross and nails; While all the words lie dead...


Marty, Phil Miller Jan 1969

Marty, Phil Miller

Sketch

It seems like only yesterday We played on patterned playgrounds Chasing each other Across a Tuesday afternoon And then we got to thinking Marty and me About pushing the boundaries back So we got out the scissors and paste And cut from life the scenes We'd like to see surrounding ourselves And we put them u p all over And sat back and looked and laughed Until the soft rains came And the pictures started coming down And Marty started crying And I just couldn't tell her That it wasn't so.


Formula Won, Jim Healey Jan 1969

Formula Won, Jim Healey

Sketch

B LACK, yellow, red. blue. Crews. goggles. tires, wrenches. " . . . probably II be running near ihe lead. I want you to back him up; stay close; try for a good, solid fourth or fifth. . . . Hey. are you listenin'?"


(No Title), Paul Baker Jan 1969

(No Title), Paul Baker

Sketch

The winter night comes; a cold, wet, towel across our eyes. T h e edges will be lifted in the morning; us to see - but not so soon I fear. Snow covers mistakes, smoothes differences, And treats everything with disrespect. It comes from behind to hide my small, deliberate movements,