"egg" - Volume 15


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The 15th Volume of RMU's "egg" literary magazine

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The EGG Issue No. 15


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Editorial Note: Though a bit delayed (entirely thanks to me!), the 15th issue of RMU’s egg is up, running, and ready for reading! I would like to thank Prof. Carolyn Pavelkis and her ART 352 class who developed a series of different versions of this year’s egg, each just as creative and interesting as the next. The result of their creativity, collaborations, and hard work stands here as Issue 15. As I look through this issue and look back at the past fourteen volumes of egg, I am excited by how unique each one is in both design and content, and I appreciate what that diversity signifies about our past and present as a university. As such, I look forward to the opportunity to move ahead and creatively re-make egg again and again, both in print and on-line (check us out at www. robertmorris.edu/publications/egg) and to continually add to that diversity. A tremendous thank you to all students, faculty, and staff who had a hand in getting Issue 15 of egg put together! Dr. James Baltrum English Faculty College of Liberal Arts Robert Morris University


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THE INDEX walt’s sonnet WALTER BURNS natural selection DALTON WEBER unspoken words TYLER WILLIAMS more of a man... ISAIAH BRISTER the beast JONATHON NEVILLE 11/1/11 STANLEY E. PINKNEY affection on nike VIVIANNA GARCIA last time STEPHANIE PARSOLANO unfaithful OLESIA JUKNEVICIUTE night time NICK LAUSS life is hard YESENIA GALVEZ tom DORIAN GROMEK hallways ALEXANDRA McCALL just maybe KENDRA VIPHAKEO global cooking GARRETT KOCH southern barbecue KATY ANDERSON operation redwing MATT DYLEWSKI one percent CORY WELNICKE victory or defeat PAIGE SEIDAL underdog KYLE McGINN life GUADALUPE CUEVAS perfect friend NICOLE BURRAGE last dance VERONICA JAIMES a lost daddy’s girl HEATHER ALEXANDER let it go IRIDIANA FLORES 8 10 12 16 18 20 26 28 30 34 36 38 46 48 50 54 56 58 62 64 66 70 72 74 78 6 EGG | No. 15


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goodbye VICTORIA ZEINE iowaska NICK GRUNDHOEFER goodbye lletters HANNA SAMUEL fish NICOLE HARTSEIL granmda’s death MADELINE SANCHEZ enticement ADUKEAMA BALL day on the pond GUNNAR RODGERS what a trey day SHANEQUA HAYES flashing lights DANIELLE POGUE chicago COLE METZLER misfortune JENNIFER VASQUEZ not enough time BIANCA CASTANEDA appreciation ZACH BUNCE moment i defined conflict KEA BALL wasted VIRIDIANA DIAZ friends LEYDIA HADDAD assorted chocolates AYESHA T. BROWN 80 82 86 88 90 94 96 98 102 104 106 110 112 114 118 120 122 EGG | No. 15 7


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Walt’s sonnet BY WALTER BURNS The sorrow life you have left us with They say the good die young Taking a good person from life is something I never will get Couldn’t understand what you were thinking staring down the barrow of a gun The phone call I got is something I could never forget My phone died so I rushed home to see what was going on So I call back to receive the bad news of who the bullets hit It was you; I come to find out that God had brought you home What about our daughter? She is only two years old how could she understand I guess now it’s all up to her father That’s where my single parent journey began She lost her mother at two and now she’s four and understands That her mother is in heaven and her dad is her best friend 8 EGG | No. 15


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Natural Selection BY DALTON WEBER A fish Gliding through the water Disappearing in the crevasses Back before you can blink Built for speed---­­­­need for survival Shark slides by Fish catching it’s eye Also built for speed, but the fish’s speed is... No longer a need. 10 EGG | No. 15


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Unspoken Words BY TYLER WILLIAMS Highway 18 was virtually abandoned as George and I began our drive home from Elmer’s Pub. The silence in the car was both awkward and intense. We spoke no words to each other and sat there brooding. We both were thinking the same thing, that the fight we were having was stupid. Neither of us wanted to be the first to admit it though. The hot girl at the bar had approached us around 9:00. It wasn’t my fault that she found me more attractive and intriguing. George had seen her first though, and I should have known not to pursue her. I flirted too much and had ended up giving all my attention to her. George was essentially left all alone. Around 11:00, when the girl went to the bathroom, George told me that he wanted to leave because he was not having a good time. I barked back the snappy reply, “You’re just jealous that she is interested in me.” I could see the anger sweep across his face, and I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. George and I had been friends since second grade. This girl was someone I had just met. I was being selfish, and I knew it. I did not apologize though because I thought he was being selfish too. I did follow him out to the car when he insisted that we leave. 12 EGG | No. 15


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I murmured under my breath as we approached the last bend in the road before our exit. George harshly commented, “What the hell did you just say?” I turned to glare at him briefly and then looked back at the road. The deer came out of nowhere. It seemed that I had just blinked and there it was. As I tried to react with the brake pedal, the car skidded out of control. We slid sideways off the highway, and the front passenger side of the car hit a tree. As the song “My Best Friend’s Girl” played on the radio, George was ejected out of the car through the side window at the speed of lightning. It seemed that I was watching him in slow motion, and then my vision went as black as the night. I woke up to a song I did not immediately recognize. I heard, “Beep, beep, beep” and realized that I was hearing a heart monitor and that I was in the hospital. My mother was sitting in a chair to my right. She immediately jumped up when she saw that my eyes had opened. She asked how I felt, but I did not answer because I was assaulted by the memory of what had gotten me into the hospital in the first place. I asked her, “How is George?” She burst into tears, saying nothing, and just shook her head. I thought the worst. The truth, I learned, was almost as bad. George had a traumatic brain injury and had been in a coma for the past 3 days. Those days were lost to me. I wondered if George would be forever lost to me too. I laid in anguish for the next three days. Each day I waited and hoped for good news about George. It didn’t come. EGG | No. 15 13


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Finally, after I had been in the hospital for a week, I insisted on being taken to George’s room. My mom wheeled me to the Intensive Care Unit, pushed me into his room, and then left me to say my peace. I sat and looked at George, hardly recognizing him. He had bandages around most of his head. His face was swollen. He had stitches on his right shoulder. There looked to be hundreds of them. A tube in George’s throat gave him oxygen, and I saw his chest raise and lower in a steady rhythm. My eyes filled with tears and my throat felt itchy. I was able to squeeze out the words, “George, can you hear me?” Of course, there was no reply. I said, “I’m sorry.” I sat there for awhile longer, and then my mother came back. She and a nurse wheeled me back to my room. As I got settled back in my hospital bed, I couldn’t help but recall those last words I had said to George. Those words that I had muttered under my breath. The last words that I had uttered to my best friend were, “I wish I had stayed with the girl. I’m just wasting my time being with you.” I wished I had said instead, “It’s no big deal, she’s just a broad.” Maybe I would still get that chance. 14 EGG | No. 15


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