2 10 9760 https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/f0676866d6c3269d3eb0838cdacb6e61.pdf d197619672d28f4058934ae83b172dfa PDF Text Text BONEFLOWER Chad Hanson In the spring I walk on the prairie. I stare at the blades of grass, yearning for sun. I look at the young flowers, before the bloom, aching to be. At the bottom of a draw, I find the leg bone of an antelope. A century of hot and cold splintered the bone. Shards. Ivory. Petals. Decking the soil in between bunches of sage. 1 stop, so I can admire the form. Ihe boneflower will not partake in the stampede of becoming. ABEL ROSE Chad Hanson Abel likes to watch her when she works in the garden. From a perch on a ridge above her backyard he stares at her fingers. Prying. Prying into the soil. He admires the way she digs a bed for each handful of seeds. She covers them, carefully. She makes a sound every time she finishes a planting. He watches her until he feels his family draw him back to their side of the mountain. He sighs. Ihen he turns his antlers to the north. He pushes his hooves in the dirt and nudges through the brush. 36 � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data Print Journal Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Chad Hanson Journal Publications, CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01_ChadHansonPapers_36 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Searchable PDF Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <em>Written River</em> is published by Hiraeth Press https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/34921d34bbc51ba1a404572b1fb0fabf.pdf 0f0fc0a67a9968598f2bb2701bf7c696 PDF Text Text search turned up a red, 1964 convertible about 100 yards below the point of entry. The swift current had badly damaged the ve­ hicle. No sign has been found of the occupants of the car, who must have been swept away by the swift current. The next day’s paper contained this terse notice. Hunnesville, Colo. (UPl)—The occupants of the car found two days ago in the Rio Peligro have been identified as Mr. and Mrs. Stanford M. Wright of Mankin, Missouri. They were identified through vehicle registration and the testimony of a motel owner here, who recalled that they had stayed at his place the night be­ fore the accident. Their bodies have not yet been found. Now Stanford settled down to step four of O. P. C.—this time without Eunice’s knowledge or consent. He spent two afternoons in the thick timber a quarter of a mile from the cabin, digging a hole. It measured six feet long, two feet wide, and five feet deep. On the second afternoon Stanford was working in the hole. It was nearly finished. His spade made a chunking sound on the hard earth, then there was a “splat” as he carefully piled the earth on a large canvas. Sud­ denly he heard a noise. He turned, straightened, and looked out of the hole. He found himself staring straight at a pair of woman’s ankles. “You left the pick at the cabin, Stanford,” Eunice said as she brought the pointed instrument down onto his skull. BURDEN Sheala Dunn It was a cold day, a dark day for doing many things, but certainly not the kind of a day to spend taking care of a two year old. The girl sat star­ ing out the window as these, and other thoughts, mesmerized her mind. Children were such a waste of time, always wanting something and jabbering to no useful end. There were so many other things more important and in­ teresting. Her self-inflicted depression was interrupted. “Sissy!” called a sleepy voice from the other end of the house. He was awake. Another day of dressing and undressing, cleaning up messes, reading stupid stories and answering endless nonsense questions. “Hi! Get up?” asked the cheerful, cherub-like mouth of the flaxen­ haired child. His dark eyes glowed with life as the girl stood expressionless before him. “Get-up?” he said again, patiently waiting for a sign of approval from his part-time mother. “Well, get up!” she said impatiently, wishing that there were some way to keep him in bed the rest of the afternoon. Mom would be home —31— �at five o’clock; she had the right idea about kids, they were nothing but a nuisance. Especially this one. Slowly he started to get out of bed, pushing back his blankets and stuffed toys on the way. His chubby, pink legs swung themselves to the floor, and a second later a rag doll tumbled down after them. “Oh! Poor Suzy!” he cried. “Honey, me love!” he consoled as he kiss­ ed her. “Hurt?” he questioned. “No, how can she get hurt? She’s not a person, she’s just a doll,” re­ plied the girl sarcastically. “Boy, how stupid!” she thought. “Doesn’t even know the difference between a doll and a person. And they say kids are smarter than you give them credit for! What a laugh!” “Potty!” he squeeled with delight. It was a new experience and ap­ peared to him to be a fine game. But to the girl it was just another time­ consuming chore. What difference did it make if he wet his pants or not? He couldn’t finish either one alone, someone had to help him either way. He was in the bathroom in a matter of seconds, but evidently not quite soon enough. As she pulled his pants down, a small, wet pool ap­ peared. “John Jay!” she screamed. “What did you do?” a sharp smack landed across his exposed bottom. “Sorry, sorry!” he blubbered through his tears. “Not my fault!” “Not your fault? Well, it sure wasn’t mine! Sit down in that corner!” “More work,” she thought. “Always dressing and undressing. What a waste of time.” She fumbled through his drawers until she found a pair of pants. Carrying them back into the bathroom, she threw them in his lap. “Put these on and go in the kitchen and eat your lunch!” Smiling weakly, he muttered, “OK, Sissy.” It was only one o’clock-four hours! There were so many other things to do, and here she was, at home with him. How could anyone enjoy little kids? They didn’t know how to do anything. “Sissy! Come here!” rang a voice from the kitchen. She walked in to see his face lit up with an expectant smile as he said to her: “Watch. Johnny eat.” He tried so hard to please her, to impress her. He carefully steered his spoon from the bowl to his mouth and back again several times. Fighting all the v'hile his childish impulse to pour it from his spoon and see it splat­ ter. He ate it all; even the mushy pieces of celery. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. His little body was tense. He picked up his glass with two short, chubby hands, and drank it without a spill. Turning his milk-rimmed face toward his sister, he smiled triumphantly over his accomplishment. “That’s nice,” was her cold reply. “Now you’re going to put on your coat and go outside to play.” �“Why, cuz?” questioned the boy, slowly lowering himself from his high chair until his tiny toes touched the floor, and then immediately turning loose and dropping to a solid rest. “Cuz I say so, that’s why,” she called over his shoulder. She returned with his coat and cap. Willingly he thrust his arms into the sleeves; she zip­ ped it up. His coat was a vivid blue with small navy emblems on each side at the breast line. His hat, red with blue stripes, snuggled close to his head, leaving only a small portion of his mouth, a button nose and two big, brown eyes exposed. Suddenly, a thought raced through his mind. “Read?” he blurted. “No! I’m not going to read any more of those silly books. Goodbye. Go play,” she said, opening the door. “Bye,” he quipped cheerfully. He was gone. She could again escape from his world of constant de­ mands to hers of repressed desires and wishes. Needs of a sixteen year old are almost as acute as those of a child. Unfulfillment-searching for some­ one and for herself. But escape could not last for long. Reality was ever present, intruding into her more perfect world. Intruding with the child. Why must he always be there? Why couldn’t he leave? She didn’t need him, he was only a bother. Her thoughts were interruped by the opening of the front door. There was no sound except that of the squeaking hinge. After a few minutes had elapsed, a small figure, clad in a bright blue coat, appeared and walked toward her. He climbed up into her lap, his little body still cold from the brisk winter air. He didn’t look at her; his face was expressionless. “What do you want?” she asked, half irritated and half inquisitive. With a sudden surge of affection he threw his arms around her neck, and with child-like simplicity said, “Love. Johnny, Sissy.” The flaxen hair mingled with the darker blond. There were eyes, brown and blue, filled with tears; but they were smiling, both of them, the child and the girl. It was still a cold day, dark day. But the light was beginning to break through, and there was a promise of warmth. A warmth that would in­ crease with the onset of each new season. HELP III To my money problem, there’s ‘ ''' No answer I’m afraid. All my bills are overdue And I am underpaid. � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print magazine story Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1993-2012 Description An account of the resource Undated photograph of a little girl highlighting a photo opportunity to have your picture taken as "Dee the Mammoth" for a Christmas event at the Tate Geological Museum. This collection contains various records, documents, publications, media, and photographs relating to the Tate Geological Museum in Casper, Wyoming from between 1993-2012. Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Tate Geological Museum Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Tate Geological Museum Records, CCA 10.2023.01 . Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA 10.2023.01_Christmas Photos_04 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPG Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Casper College Archives and Special Collections (Western History Center) Relation A related resource <a href="https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/collections/show/111" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/collections/show/111</a> https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/d2b2fd7353d609e3b0cbeac6545deacd.pdf d0e10f6888739990f51b7543c0d6fe68 PDF Text Text ELEGY ON VELVET PAWS Sandi Anderson The rain came down in soft warm drops that flowed together and ran in rushing torrents down the gutter in the street. He could hear it beating on the trash cans; the drops falling off the fire escape, mixing with the odors of tin, brick, and wet dirt. His name was Joe Trujillo, and he was Puerto Rican. He belonged to, and was the leader of, a street gang called the Diablos. Self-remorse filled him when he thought of the stupidity of trying to take the short cut from the bar, through the dead end alley, up the fire escape and over the roof­ tops—especially alone. He remembered that as he had started to run across the street, the hoods had emerged from a tenement building next door and chased him. They cornered him in the alley and forced him into the sha­ dows. One grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall of the restaurant. “Josie baby, you really got careless, didn’t cha’?” Said the big pimpled face. “Thought yo’d take our turf didn’ ya?” They tore into him with the knucks, holding him up and crashing their brass-covered fists into his body. The last punch wasn’t with their fists, for Joe saw the flash of the shiv as it poped its head out of the fake ivory handle like a rat out of a hole and tore its searing way into his guts. He remembered the last thing he saw: two yellow, staring eyes that belonged to an observant alley cat crouched behind the trash cans, under the fire es­ cape. When he opened his eyes the cat was still there, watching him with the unblinking stare of the centuries. The eyes were set in a silvery coat that caught the glitter of the neon lights. Their eyes met—held. The cold, staring eyes of the cat and the pain-dulled eyes of the boy. As he lay, Joe again marveled at how clear everything seemed to be. He heard the honking of a car horn in the street and the screech of tortur­ ed tires. The purr of the motor was drowned by the rumble of the running feet of the hoods. The angered voice of some nameless man cut through the air, followed by the jeers of the kids and the clank of a manhole cover as tires passed over it. Joe screamed inside, but his voice came only as a helpless gurgle. “Jesus,” he thought, “Can’t they hear me?” He felt himself slipping, fading. Jarring himself awake he thought, “I’m dying!” Then put the thought out of his mind. “It can’t be,” he thought, “They alius say if ya want heart, get Josie!” He slipped into unconscious­ ness as his bloody lips formed the words, get Josie, get Josie. Joe awakened to the sound of shuffling feet. An old man was lifting the lids on the trash cans and carefully replacing them. The old wino was �mumbling, his hands shook, and the saliva ran down his chin in streams that caught in his smoke-yellowed beard. “Don’ none dese bastards ever clean dere ashtrays?” He walked over to Joe. “Whasha matter, buddy?” he asked. “Hey! Ya got a cigarette?” The old man fumbled through Joe’s shirt pocket and took the cigarettes. “Thash whacha git fer drinkin’ too mush!” “No! No! Joe screamed, but the old man was gone. Joe turned pain­ fully and looked at the gaping wound in his stomach. The blood ran over the pavement and he could see his innards. All at once the realization that he was really dying came to him, and he was surprised to find that he wasn’t frightened. He regretted having to leave his sister and nephew, but he knew she could manage all right, with her income. “Only,” he thought, “I hate like hell to be lanoe.” Then he raised his dimming eyes and met those of the cat. His gaze was transfixed by that of the cat . . . he went deeper into the yellow-green .... deeper . . . . deeper, until all was a combination of the soothing effects of color. The sun was shining, and the grey sparrows preened themselves on the edge of the fire escape. The cat stepped out into the sunlight and eyed the lifeless form once more. She stretched and uttered a throaty roar. Languidly stretching once more, she licked a velvet paw and bounded up the fire es­ cape to scratch on her owner’s screen door for breakfast. ROSIE See the rose? Smell with nose. As rose grows, This nose knows. As Petals fall, For nose that’s all. So nose must wait, And wait, and wait. As winter comes, And fall now goes; The north wind blows. And nose now knows That winter has Its own sweet smell; And now on spring He need not dwell. —9— � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print magazine story and poem Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Elegy on Velvet Paws" and "Rosie" Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/</a> The Casper College Archives has archived this story and poem to encourage the use of the Casper College Expression Literary and Arts Magazines for digital humanities and other related educational uses. Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1964 Description An account of the resource "Elegy on Velvet Paws" and "Rosie" by Sandi Anderson published in the fall 1964 Casper College Expression magazine. Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sandi Anderson Language A language of the resource ENG Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. 1964 Fall. Expression Literary and Arts Magazine, CCA 04.ii.c.2022.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA_04.ii.c.01_Expression1964_Fall_Anderson Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Extent The size or duration of the resource. 2 pages https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/35ac2c7bf9e2888d99d69aa94f336887.pdf 419d79f4c303b815f20125cddcc9d577 PDF Text Text clockhouse review the literary journal of goddard college ,rr J*' 23?^ summer 2013 �Fish Pants Chad Hanson I hold a brook trout for the second that it takes to release my hook from his jaw. In that moment, I notice the difference between his skin and my waders. Fish live in the nude. Nothing comes between their bodies and the universe. They feel everything. In the case of trout: each bend in the current, every bubble in the whitewater, degrees of temperature as they rise and fall with the change of seasons. Brook trout live in the world. They wear no costumes. We cannot force them into acting. -247- �Butterflies Chad Hanson There are children in Milwaukee who will never see a butterfly take to the air from a perch on the leaf of a cottonwood. They won’t see the parting of the wings—living paper scrolled with colors that match and then coincide. Legs push off, sending the bug with hinges into a pocket of nothingness. Flap. Flap. Lofting through the invisible current of our atmosphere. Flap. Flap. Up to the high reaches of canyon walls. Flap. Flap. If we do not see butterflies then they caimot exist. - 248 - �Roots Chad Hanson On the first night of the hike I sleep under the stars. I haven’t seen a rain cloud in eight hours’ worth of trail. I go to sleep under the dim light of the Milky Way. In a dream, the roots under me send volunteers to the surface. Stalks of manzanita grow around my arms, below my feet, between my legs, and in the crook between my head and neck. The vegetation keeps me warm. The comfort amounts to sinking. I wake up with the sunrise, and I do not know to feel happy or down-hearted. -249- �Verses Scribbled on the Last Page of a 1961 Paperback Introduction to Heidegger’s Metaphysics Chad Hanson Satire is a course at San Francisco State. My Uncle’s Kaiser Helmet. Three jiggers of gin on an August night and somebody’s cold feet in the small of your back. It may be found in the rhythms of the bloody songs that children sing. A Jungian analysis of an old Weekly Reader. You can take comfort in the words of Ruskin: every day 1 become more and more convinced that everyone was always wrong. -250- �Patience of Trees Chad Hanson Despite missing long strips of bark, a Norway pine stands resolute at the edge of an empty campsite. Four and a half feet above the ground, an uncommon force stripped the armor off the tree. Four feet matches the shoulder height of thirteen year old children from Arkansas or New Hampshire or Kansas or Washington. It does not matter where they come from. Folding knives appear in boxes with bows during the holidays. Jackknifes are for cutting and trees are forgiving. -251- � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data Print Journal Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Chad Hanson Journal Publications, CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01_ChadHansonPapers_31 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Searchable PDF Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The <i>Clockhouse Review</i> Is published by Goddard College https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/6cfcdf2efe6eb135b1972f509d7ec41e.pdf 1a5f15643cd58feeb7c073831c19f763 PDF Text Text �Fort Myers Chad Hanson Myers works for a company. He understands the bargain that he struck. Most days a paycheck seems like compensation for the tie. For the shoes with heels that clap on the linoleum. But in July, grasshoppers start to buzz outside of his window. Myerswalkstothestoreroom.Heputsafoldingtable under his arm. He grabs aset of drapes. In his office, he hangs the curtains around the table. "Then he crawls into the fort. He runs an app on an iPad chat shows a campfire. It also plays crackling sounds. Myers’ boss steps into the doorway. Hesays, “Myers. Is chat a fort?” Myers ducks out from between curtains. Hetellstheassociatc vicepresident: “Yeah.” The V.P. says, “Good thinking, Myers.” Then he walks by his assistant. He says, “Mark me out.” 34 IumSIx Jack Chad Hanson Jack bought a waterbed and filled it with ahose from the front yard. Every two minutes he shut off the water and added a bottle ofwhiskey. He thought the sauce might help his back, the way a shot settles his nerves. The whiskey didn’t help his spine, but each night, on the new bed, he dreamed that he became a giant. Roaming the neighborhood. Laughing. He didn’t feel it when he stepped on anyone. Winter 2014 35 �Better Homes & Gardens Chad Hanson Since he retired, Ben has been making toys. He gives them to the kids in the family. This year, when she turned four, hegaveadollhousctohisgranddaughter. Furniture madetoscale.Tinyshingles.Shewept. She hugged her grandpa. Then she set a doll inside the house and she started to play. She played for two hours. Ben checked on her at intervals. She looked fulfilled. She didn’t wish the dollhouse came with a hot tub. She did not quibble about the size of the rooms. He couldn’t say anything out loud, but in his mind Ben urged the girl to savor the feeling of contentment. Then he slipped. He said, “It’s been years since anybody in this family felt satisfied.” 36 issue Six - About the Author Chad Hanson serves as Chairman of the Department of Sociology & Social Work at Casper College. His creative nonfiction titles include Swimming with Trout (University of New Mexico Press, 2007) and Trout Streams ofthe Heart (Truman State University Press, 2013). His collection of poems. Patches ofLight, won the Meadowhawk Prize (Red Dragonfly Press, 2014). For more information, visit: www.chadhanson.org. 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No one He pulls at them and remembers the day that he lost his grip The desk in his office opened up to become the windshield on the Starship Enterprise. Warp drive. He drank to make it stop. E thought about water when she looked at the boots. Bodies of K water shine sometimes. Lakes ripple whenever it’s windy. At I times a lake will beam sunlight. Other times they lose their Then came the lawyers and the “peace” officers. In a city park, he I- luster. They let people look through them. After dinner, her holds onto the base of an oak tree. It’s better than clinging to fur­ ‘ niture. Tree roots burrow into the soil. They know how to sink 34 Summer 2013 E could fault her. Everybody needs to shine. But her grandma > grandma paddled to the cove at the end of the lake. She let the canoe glide over a spot where she could see the bottom. Clarion 16 Hanson | 35 �Calculations His company won the contract. They would build the new hydro, electric dam. The engineers gathered in Tulsa: laptops, calcula­ tors, and drafting pencils. As a team, they drew up plans. The’ spent the first day, “operationalizing.” Afterword he met his wif» at Applebee’s. During their second glass of wine she asked hin about the river. Is it home to fish? Salamanders? Does it nourisl any farms along its route? Is it pretty? He didn’t know. The uni­ versity taught him to calculate. He couldn’t make any judgments 36 I Hanson Summer joi: �Calculations His company won the contract. They would build the new hydroelectric dam. The engineers gathered in Tulsa: laptops, calcula­ tors, and drafting pencils. As a team, they drew up plans. They spent the first day, “operationalizing.” Afterword he met his wife at Applebee’s. During their second glass of wine she asked him about the river. Is it home to fish? Salamanders? Does it nourish any farms along its route? Is it pretty? He didn’t know. The uni­ versity taught him to calculate. 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Chad Hanson Journal Publications, CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA 04.ii.e.2025.01_ChadHansonPapers_25 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Searchable PDF Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <em>Clarion</em> is published by Boston University https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/ba4ee5feb033ee49a63665c7a0149ece.pdf d95f1dee2ec7576df2f47d1a5a340de3 PDF Text Text HAIKA Down flutter the leaves To cloak the Earth’s bare bosom In colorful shroud. Serenade your love; Fill the night air with your song Oh cricket minstrel. Why do you taunt me — Knowing well I cannot come Unto those sweet arms. Oh moon shine brightly; Illuminate the mountains, Oceans, land, and sky. THE SKUNK Soft and pretty beast Why must your odor linger After many baths? Among tall grasses The panther sleeps, undisturbed — A purring housecat. THE ANT How can you find home When far you wander searching Food fit for the queen? A rose I bring you, Yet you laugh and toss it down — Its beauty wilted. Restless you are now Knowing autumn soon will come. Hasten, butterfly Softly the rain falls. Quenching thirst of field and wood; Stilling wretched heat. —34— �I DECLINE THE DESIGN I suppose I must wear hose, But now I draw the hne. I declare I will not wear This latest weird design. Squares like a waffle Look simply awful On someone with legs like mine. —Sue Pate � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Print poems Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Haika," "The Skunk," "The Ant," and "I Decline the Design" Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/">http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-EDU/1.0/</a> The Casper College Archives has archived these poems to encourage the use of its Expression Literary Arts Magazines for digital humanities and other related educational uses. Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 1964 Description An account of the resource Four poems published by Sue Pate in the fall 1964 Casper College Expression magazine. Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sue Pate Language A language of the resource ENG Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. 1964 Fall. Expression Literary and Arts Magazine, CCA 04.ii.c.2022.01 WyCaC US. Casper College Archives and Special Collections. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context CCA_04.ii.c.01_Expression1964_Fall_Pate Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Extent The size or duration of the resource. 2 pages https://caspercollege.cvlcollections.org/files/original/63a026a452014b318c9a3837089ed536.pdf 882fdfe6d9946223c81ee652072e4c66 PDF Text Text Infinite Wave fbetrybyChad Hanson Photo by Leonor \felente The surf feels right. So right, he cannot remember how long he's been in the water. In between sets, a bottle floats up near his board. He sees a piece of paper on the inside. He retrieves the message. It says, “You would not believe how much I miss you." TTte handwriting looks familiar. He catches a wave, and then he paddles back into the surf. Out passed the breakers he rests his body. He closes his eyes. When he opens them, he sees another bottle. This one holds a message, too. It says, "Things were so much better when you were alive." This time he recognizes the author. The message is for him. 1 �Love in a Time of Economic Recession Poetry by Chad Hanson Photo spread by Vadim Zhavoronkov In the spring, when the sun warmed the cement of the city, he sat under an oak to the next Biltmore Apartments. Amy left the building in the afternoon. knew her name, because doorman. She smiled whenever He she spoke she to went the past. When she did that he felt the concrete soften into a cushion. Today, he stands and waits. After she steps out, he opens his mouth with the intent to invite her to stay and talk, but his nerves press his eyes to the ground. He sees their shoes; a pair of shiny pumps and two lop-sided sneakers with Velcro straps. He lets her go. Then he slides down the trunk of the oak until he can’t slide anymore. 9 � Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data Print Journal Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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