Inner Visions - 1971 [Vol. 1]

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Inner Visions

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STAFF

Editors-in-Chief: Rhonda Price - Bill Landrum Art Editors: Jack Hardeman - Jan Evatt Drama Editors: Ava Wilson - Wayne Shackleford Fiction Editors: Anna Pierson - Nancy Hall Non-Fiction Editors Janis Anglin - Guy Creasy Poetry Editors Sandy Dover - Angela Bryant Business Managers: Nancy Allen - Jack Creasy Patron Chairman: Nancy Farr Publicity Chairmen: Nancy Farr - Barbara Castelloe Staff Assistants: Gene Gregory - Lisa Nicholson Cover Design: Jack Hardeman Title "Inner Visions": Kathy Roper

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Volume I INNER VISIONS Spring 1971

THE BETTER THINGS, Wayne Reid.......II PHOTOGRAPHY, Jack Hardeman.......II SIX HAIKU, Lance Leonhirth..........III OUR ENVIRONMENT, Carroll Wynn.........III LOVE, Lisa Nicholson...........IV ODE TO HER, Bill Landrum.........IV THANK YOU, Rhonda Price..........IV THE MYTH, Sandy Dover........V MY KIND OF DAY, Kathy Roper........V DINKIE HIGH SCHOOL, Byrd Snerfel.......VI SCHOOL DAYS, John Little... VIII PHOTOGRAPHY, Janz Johnson.......VIII REBEL, Anonymous......IX YOUTH, Joey Watson......IX AN UNSEEN CENSOR, Marc Looper.......X NOT A TIME TO CRY, Karen Moore.......X LIFE, Angela Bryant............XI THE WOMAN KNOWS..., Janis Anglin..XI AS THE TABLE TURNS, Sherry Garner and Terry Kessler....XII WHY CAN'T WE LOVE PEOPLE, Anonymous.....XVI TOMORROW, Anonymous.....XVI FOR HIM, Donna Holcombe....XVI SHOES, Susan Lowe.......XVII ME, YOU, THEN US, Tommy Porter...XVII U AND I, Lance Leonhirth.....XVII ICE CANDLE, Lance Leonhirth....XVIII PHOTOGRAPHY, Jack Hardeman.......XVIII THE LETTER, Lisa Nicholson.......XIX THE SPIDER, Lisa Nicholson......XIX I WAS DOWN..., Nancy Allen......XIX DUCKS, Lance Leonhirth.....XX APPROACHING SLEEP, Lance Leonhirth.....XX THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD, Candy Jenkins.......XX ART, Dennis Riddle.........XXI MY GRANDMA, Melissa Henderson...........XXI IDENTITY UNKNOWN, Gene Gregory........XXI ART, Gary Coley..............XXII IN MY DREAMS, Anonymous........XXII LOOK AT THE MAN, Candy Jenkins.....XXII OUR FOOLS ON CAPITOL HILL, Debbie Hyder...........XXIII THE EVE OF BATTLE, Eric Riggins............XXIV VICTORY, Lance Leonhirth................XXV PHOTOGRAPHY, Jack Hardeman........XXVI GRAVEYARD PEOPLE, Jim Doll....XXVI PHOTOGRAPHY, Jack Hardeman........XXVI THE SEA STONE, Lisa Nicholson........XXVII

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THE BETTER THINGS

Life should be glorious, Life should be gay, Admiring the raindrops, The flowers of May.

The Sun's golden colors As it goes to rest, The mocking bird singing While building her nest.

The dew on the roses The Moon on the snow, Stop for a moment And feel the wind blow.

Some never notice The wonders of God, They care not fo nature Nor the fruit of the sod.

by Wayne Reid '73

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SIX HAIKU

the pussywillows purr in the blasts of the wind---- and bend in wisdom

the gentle fingers of dawn creep over the trees to touch the valley

the rain falls gently on the muddy colored lake---- a snake slithers in

the wind shakes the leaves like a gambler shakes his dice---- the call is autumn

the lake rolls softly dreaming a song of the sea---- it's greyly sleeping

the night wind speaks in soft monotones that are cloaked in aging grey words.

by Lance Leonhirth '71

OUR ENVIRONMENT

Quite astounded I watched As she unveiled her face. It was battle-torn and wrinkled with pain. Woe the sorrow that touched my heart When I saw the shining, sparkling tears They were sprinkled freely over her worn features. A look of grief hath long been spread cross her broad face. But once again she draws herself from her shroud And her golden smile began to dry her bitter tears. Maybe she'll find her long sought peace this day But time is running thin. For her tender face becomes scarred deeper by man's sin.

by Carroll Wynn '72

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