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The Winter Mini-IssueVolume 15, Issue 2.5, November 2015
EDITORIALEditor-in-Chief Carina [email protected]
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The Winter Issue Winter is coming. You can feel it in the air. An energy, almost. Something wild and frantic—something clean and cold and free. It’s the first few flakes of snow tumbling through yellow streetlamp light before melting on damp pavement. It’s cold rain and confounding shifts in temperature. It’s dead leaves, and dead leaves, and grey skies, and your favourite toque brought out of summer hibernation. In the midst of all the grey and the damp, we here at Blueprint hope to warm your spirits. So get cozy, grab a hot drink, and get ready, because it’s going to be one awesome (sleigh) ride.
The Blueprint Editorial Team
Cover Art by BENJAMIN SCHEIFELE
CONTENTS VOLUME 15 ISSUE 2.5 NOVEMBER 2015
Winter Wonder(Waste)landAARON THOMAS
An OutingMARIA KOUZNETSOVA
Dear HumanityASHLEY HYND
WinterREBECCA ALLISON
Winter’s SlumberVICTORIA MACEDO
POETRY LITERATURE
I prefer Winter...when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Some-thing waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.
ANDREW WYETH1917-2009
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Winter Wonder(Waste)land
Cold, as is the reaches from the nether;The breach of warmth,The tarnishing of green.Oh behold, the blankets of rest;May the ground below rest for a while.
Oh thy, my sun; radiating! The powerful ember in the skyYou once grew lifeBut now no seed sprouts under your guise.Instead, your powerful rays weakly shine upon a field of white.
Whiteness and nothing but;A disfigured landscape, Void of all other shades and colours.I call to each flake.Are you one of beauty or crass?
Bring forth a world covered in polar rage.Construct your icy prison; For I am your prisoner. Bring forth with you, the echoes of stillness;The notions of an end.
AARON THOMAS
BENJAMIN SCHEIFELE
圀椀氀氀漀眀 匀琀爀攀攀琀Ⰰ 圀愀琀攀爀氀漀漀 一㈀䨀 嘀㘀
The sun shines down; it’s making me see spots.So trust your skis, they’ll take you through the snow;This silent snow absorbs resounding thoughtsWhich echo lonesome dog cries far below.‘Tween scattered trees we blaze our two-lined pathAnd up hills, down hills, ‘round hills we do glide;To choose which way to turn, we use some math.Our fearless leader guides us as we slide.Our faces frozen, trying not to stop,We come to the hardest part: the biggest hill.The climb is tough, but when I reach the top,I am as free as wind, which blows at will.As I look out o’er fields as white as dayMy heart proclaims, “Dear world, remain this way.”
An Outing MARIA KOUZNETSOVA
LYDIA MAINVILLE
Dear Humanity,
I take extreme offense to the socially accepted discourse surrounding my current reputation! I am not all ‘gloom’ and ‘doom’ and ‘hibernation’ and ‘frost’! I am capable of warmth and compassion and love! I bring out the best in you. Connect you. Pull out your kindness with those ugly wool sweaters and the laughter they invoke. I bring out your co-operation! With snowmen building and hot cocoa making and Christmas carolling… but do you ever recognise it? Noooohhhhoooooooo! I am still not good enough for the species who spends the other three seasons destroying the earth! Yet I am the one you associate with bitterness? Storms? Stillness? Death? I am NOT the salted grey you impose into my landscapes. I am the angels that you make upon my back.
Sincerely, Jack Frost
Dear HumanityASHLEY HYND
A season by any other name. Ideals. Crystals dripping from branches. Light dancing across refractive diamonds. Frozen collections of Dihydrogen monoxide. A state. Temporary in form. Constant in memory. The call of a lonely blue jay breaking the white desert. A soloist on a vast frozen stage. The call for but one more vocalist.
WinterREBECCA ALLISON
KOURTNEY REICH
As the wind blows gusts of crisp air,Howling through the window sills,
You will find us here.
As the snow falls, flurries of crystals,Decorating the branches of the old maple tree,
You will find us here.
As the sun dies early,And the moon rises soon,
You will find us here.
Here is where holiday cookies are baked,Where gingerbread is decorated,
And where hot cocoa is topped with mini marshmallows.
Here is where friends and family are gathered,With open hearts of laughter and thanks,
And where cold winter days turn into warm winter nights.
Here is the space, or place rather,Where hibernation exists.
Here is our home,Short-lived or everlasting,It is where we are found.
Live in it,Love in it,Eat in it,
Sleep in it.
As the wind blows gusts of crisp air,Howling through the window sills,
You will find us here.
Winter’s SlumberVICTORIA MACEDO
ERIC
DEW
AR
ANNABELLE HOFFMANN
AMANDA SCHEIFELE