By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke Dreams and visions of lost tribesand civilizations dancing among the cloudsWhirlingand twirlingthe rhythmfrantically increasing pacethe dancers, the same.Faster faster never relatingNever ceasingone then anotherA few here, a few therethe dancers passing outin a rush of frenzythe all consuming dancePassion extremisFaster, slower, faster, slowerPerfectly chaotic, the dancersMatch tempo all the dance.Eventually only … [Read more…]
By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke In the dead of the night people andcreatures roam free, without limitationsor restrictions.Wandering and roamingwith reckless abandonthe bringing of chaos and cries ofFill the dreams of the little peopleIn the night where dreams are fulfilledand murders happen.People can hide in the darkness,caress it like a blanketor they can greet it for … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot Time is only an illusion in this, my mind.I have found the key to the universe.Chained right outside the prisonBars that have been builtby me, by the world, byall who could have wanted itto not be. I try so faintly to grab the ringupon which the altar of manymillennium of philosophy lies.Like … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot A little ink stain,A squiggle signifying nothing.Inspired by too much caffeine,Playing the mind like solitaire. Like a spill of ice water,On a bright flower filteredWith a blue light lens.As if someone really cared. Abstract thoughts flowing,In the ashtray half empty.Or is it really half full?While a child soullessly stares. A Tarot decks … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot Straight from Ogishkemuncie, Crash Wilmot, Reporter Extraordinaire. Hello folks, it’s a beautiful day here in the wonderful Boundary Waters. We’re bruised and battered, bitten and scratched, pretty exhausted and darn it, we’re lovin’ it. Just to rehash the first few days… We started on Sawbill Lake and paddled 6 miles up the … [Read more…]
By Sam Merz Sucking on a little joebummed out I had no place to goSo I met up with a few friendsat a joint called PerkinsTalking to a guy named Matthe invited me to a place I’d never been atThe place was called Crested ButtePicturing mountains so acuteThe other one was called HeatherThey said when … [Read more…]
By Lola Ulvog The raven ran off with some foodHis name is Telly, but he is rude!My feet cry blistering tears,My shoulders sweat while the skin sears.My oatmeal is crunchy, I wonder why,Could it be the sand in everything of mine?Hips and back are bruised,Legs are feeling over used.Stars are plentiful and bright,Shining through the … [Read more…]
By Lola Ulvog The Grand Canyon/Southwest trip was an experience like no other. No article could do it justice, however I will do my best to inform you of our wild adventures. Our journey started at 11:15 on the morning of April 19th in the parking lot of Minnetonka High School. We drove straight through … [Read more…]
By Tony Bernatz The northern bike trip bikers were Antonio, Tony, Jill, Bill, Katie, Glowman, Gumby, Sam, and Randy. Our campsite was in the middle of mosquitoville. We rode our bikes toward Indian History Monument, which we found out was closed down. Tony was tempted to play a little at Grand Casino. On the way … [Read more…]
By Raeann Rasmussen, Chad Zaback, and Dan Terry In the absence of Doug and Pauline, due to their Southwest Expedition, we the few and brave left in Mini-School were faced with only math and social studies. Ramona to the rescue. Inspired by the lack of attendance in her math block, Ramona offered the first annual … [Read more…]