HELICON LITERARY MAGAZINE

HELICON: Winter 2014 Corrections

March 10, 2014 marks the first day of Helicon distribution for our Winter 2014 Issue.  The magazine is gorgeous thanks to the efforts of the Helicon staff and all who contributed to the issue or submitted work.  

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the time we had to design our last issue had been cut dramatically.  Though we stayed up late trying to check and double check for mistakes, a few errors slipped past us.  

APOLOGIES TO:

Nicole Zhu-  Her fantastic piece, The Family Reunion, was easily one of the highest praised works by many on our staff.  Though it is featured in full on our website, the length was too long to publish fully in print.  We forgot to add a note stating its continuation online and apologize that there is no suggestion that the piece is incomplete in the magazine.  

Paige Park- A misprint resulted in one of our wonderful staff members printed with the name “Paige Prk” rather than “Paige Park”

The Office of Residential Academic Initiatives- Having been uninformed of a change in structure within the offices supporting us, we were unaware that “the Office of Residential Colleges” is now “The Office of Residential Academic Initiatives.”  We would like to thank you all for the incredible support you offer to our magazine.  Thank you to Brad Zakarin, Nancy Anderson, Mary Dworak and all else who have helped with the issue. 

Elzbieta Foeller-Pituch- Our fantastic Faculty Adviser should also be recognized as the Chapin RC Faculty Fellow and Assistant Director to the Nicholas D. Chabraja Center for Historical Studies (CCHS).  

Susan Lee- As the Master of Chapin, Susan Lee has helped continue the strong link between Helicon and Chapin.  Having started within the Residential College, Helicon will always be tied to the building and its residents.  We honor this relationship with meetings, open mics and other small workshops in Chapin.  

Trains

By Clayton Gentry

The gloaming light cast the shadow of the window mullion across a chocolate whiskey cake by the register.  Other twilight shadows fell across the full columns of goldenfaded titles.  The old man checked his watch as he turned the page — Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, a birthday gift to himself.  Time yet to closing — about thirty minutes.

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The Family Reunion

By Nicole Zhu

         This is a typical Chinese family reunion.

         Twenty-one people are gathered in the city’s best hotel to celebrate the grandmother’s 84th birthday. It’s almost morbid that they’re throwing a party in honor of this specific birthday because Chinese superstition and communist history proves that people typically die at two milestone ages: 76 and 84. Which is why no one notes her specific age (in reality, she doesn’t even know whether her birth year is accurate), only congratulating her on making it “80 something.”

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The Passion of Thurbeous Humboldt

By Evan Ordman Rindler

On the auspicious day Thurbeous Humboldt discovered that love, in fact, did exist, he locked himself in his study to record each and every detail of his fateful meeting with Emily Kershaw. In the course of 18 long hours, 5 quill pens, 2 ink wells, and numerous cups of tea (his maids emptied the chamber pot twice per hour at the height of his frenzy) he managed to complete a 117 page account. He emerged from the ordeal with his thinning hair splayed akin to an aroused peacock and fingers as black as a chimney sweep’s nose. The look in his eyes vacillated between serene and deranged as his body was beset by waves of hormones it hadn’t encountered since his brief puberty.

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Pomegranate

By Antonia Cereijido

New York City, 1985

Fabian looked around. What always stood out to him most were the size of the mugs. Coffee in Latin America meant delicate white porcelain cups. The liquid found in those cups was dark and potent. In the U.S. coffee came in all shades of lighter brown and was sweet, even sometimes syrupy. The glass door opened letting in a cold gust of wind and Gabriela, whose round nose was shiny and red. Neither Fabian nor Gabriela were accustomed to the cold. The last time it snowed in Buenos Aires was 1918. There was still near mass hysteria during the occasional sleet. She smiled at him. Although only 21, she was already developing crow’s feet but they did not make her look older, merely more honest.

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To the Ass Fat

By Bea Cordelia Sullivan-Knoff 

half-after Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory

Before my older brother was born,

my parents thought they were going to have two daughters:

Sarah

and

Rachel.

 

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Open the Door and Stop Me

By JD Amick

I rack my brain, score it and scour it trying to figure out if the simple sentence arrow heads of 140 character limitations are directed my way, and then I realize:

The mark I left on your life is not indelible.

 

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