Call for Submissions

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The Writing Center is excited to announce the re-awakening of the campus student newspaper, The Antioch Voice. Submission deadline for the next issue is Monday, December 21, 2014.

The Voice seeks submissions from all fields and is interested to know what you are working on. The next installment will be cross-disciplinary with a focus on diversity, community outreach, social engagement, creative writing, art, and photography. Have a campus news story to tell? Send us a pitch, your story, or your opinion piece. Have a research project you’ve already written? We’d love to read it.

Our literary section is expanding…we’re looking for original poetry, nonfiction/essay, creative nonfiction, flash fiction, art and photography. The Antioch Voice is open to Antioch University Midwest students, faculty, staff, as well as students and faculty of the Antioch Writers’ Workshop.

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES:
Send all submissions to writingcenter.aum@antioch.edu. Place in the subject line “Voice submission” and indicate the genre. Please let us know if the item has been previously published and where, and include a bio or an optional link to other places where we can find your work. Use Times New Roman 12 point font and single-space all entries (with the exception of spacing your poetry).

Flash Fiction, Essay, Creative Nonfiction, and Research: 1,200 words or less (though we will consider excerpts of longer works).

Poetry: send up to 3 poems; 50 lines or less per poem.

Art and Photography: files should be under 5 MG. Pictures can be artistic or related to some element of student, campus, or community life.

*We do not offer payment at this time; artists and writers retain all rights to their work. Issue should emerge by February, 2015. Thanks in advance for sharing your voice with us.

society

society

               Thank-you for giving a name

               to

despair.

              How I despise your

confidence,

             to boast,

             cross the line,

without the wool.

             I am aware that your are

immune

            to my

grimace

            and I to yours.

~ejones

Heavy Metal Exorcism

-Steve Mayne

The Monster Hunters

and

The Heavy Metal Exorcism

SOLDIER FIELD IS PROUD TO PRESENT

TONIGHT FOR ONE SHOW ONLY

BEELZE’S BAND

“Honestly, I expected something, I don’t know, clever,” Dr. Griffin Wells, the teams scout and forensics expert, turned to the others on the sidewalk, “they went with Beezle’s Band. It’s like they want us to know they’re from hell.”

Lieutenant Sarah Parker of the Chicago PD looked at him, “what were you expecting, Idle Hands?”

Wells thought about it for a second, “No, it’s probably taken.”

“If we’re done with the music critique,” asked Douglas Wulf, close-quarters fighter and wilderness survival expert, as he stood in the back of the truck loading magazines with green rings painted on them into his pistols. He then turned, faced out the back of the truck, and handed extra magazines to Wells and Rabbi Adam Stein, expert in religious studies and heavy weapons operator.

Adam took the rounds and went back to performing the last few steps of the ritual cleansing of his gear. Once he had finished he placed the purple linen sash, called a tallit, over his shoulders. He removed the Star of David from inside his blue turtle neck and let it dangle down the front of his chest, outside his armor. It was an old star, heavy and black, made from iron over two hundred years ago. He then took a large, and very old copy of the Torah from a special drawer lined with white felt in one of the cabinets, just inside the rear door. He placed the Torah carefully in a satchel with several glass vials filled with water. After he was finished he slung the satchel over his shoulder and secured it with a magazine. Continue reading →

Cul-de-sac to Hell

-Steve Mayne

They could see the pillar of green flames from the highway.  Dr. Griffin Wells, the teams scout and forensics expert, had joked from the back, “it’s never easy is it?”  After a groaning pause, everyone in the back began putting on their tactical armor.  Each standard SWAT suit, originally designed to be bullet proof, was also inscribed with sets of sigils and runes, up the arms and across the back, to ward of more incredible threats.

Rabi Adam Stein, expert in religious studies and heavy weapons operator, drove the truck, “I guess this confirms he’s not a crackpot, Albert,’ he said indicating the pillar of green flames still some two miles away.

Wells called from the back, “yeah, thank god he’s not crazy.  He’s just screwed.”

Captain Albert Card, the teams leader and sorcerer, swiveled his seat around to face the back of the weapon lined command truck, “I think that’s quite enough, don’t you Griffin?”  Wells placing the tactical helmet over his head, the visor obscuring the insides nodded silently, “excellent.”

Douglas Wulf, close quarters fighter and wilderness survival expert, was gathering up guns and handing them around.  “What munitions you want Captain?”

“Let’s wait till we get closer.  It’s quicker to outfit there than it is to get it wrong and have to redo it.”  He started to swivel his seat back towards the front.  Albert ran his fingers through his jet black hair, made even darker by his pale skin.  Wulf noted that he ran his thumb and middle finger over the sides of his widows peak, a sure sign he was thinking “Actually, belay that, green flames is a good indicator, get the blue clips with the cold iron slugs ready.  If we need anything else I’ll decide once we arrive.”

“Will do,” Wulf cried out moving to follow the order.  While busily at work he looked to the last and newest member of the team, “Lagoona, you OK?”

Blake Lagoona, trained in aquatic operations and a gifted sniper, already in full gear, a slight gurgling noise coming from his respirator, gave Wulf a double thumbs up as his answer.  Wulf wasn’t entirely convinced, he had hoped for a smaller job to break in the rookie, hoping to see if Blake’s inability to talk would hinder the team.

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Neighbor’s Yard

-Elaine Miller  

        A facebook friend of mine made a comment about his neighbor’s yard.  Having gone through quite a lot lately with my own neighbors I felt I should speak up.

        “Interesting you should ask about this subject”, I said.  Perhaps you should do the neighborly thing, go to them, and ask if there is anything, you can do to help.  Most people do not actively set out to drive their neighbors crazy.  They may just be going through a lot right now and have many things on their plate. 

            Have you ever heard the phrase “It takes a village to raise a child”?  Well neighbors are on much the same concept.  It takes a village to be a neighbor.  If you ask your neighbor, I will bet there is a good reason why they have not been able to keep their yard clean.  If you offer your assistance, they will know you care.  This in turn should motivate a positive response.  If in the end there is no positive out come, at least you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you cared enough to try.

            This reminds me of a conversation I had recently with another friend of mine.  “There are no good neighborhoods anymore”, I said.  What I meant was, there are no good neighbors anymore.  People used to care about other people’s feelings and asked if they could use a hand.  Such was the case when my cousin and I lived across the street from each other.  We would get up in the morning have breakfast and a cup of tea and start helping the other out.  When one house was clean, we would go to the other’s house and get it spotless.  This was nearly daily.  Neither of us questioned weather; the other needed the help, we just did this.

            Now years later, my cousin and I have separate lives and I look back on those days wishing I could somehow revive at least some of that energy that we both had to give back as we did then.  Of course, we both had less complicated lives and I had not gone through so many life changes at that moment.  There eventually came college and divorce and remarriage and more children then another divorce.  All of these things played a major role in leading me to where I am now.  I am a single mother trying desperately to finish raising her kids and feeling like a total failure.  Where are my neighbors, who is out there and willing to help?  Where are my neighbors now?

 

 

 

PRESS RELEASE: Antioch College to acquire WYSO, Charles Kettering Building from Antioch University

YELLOW SPRINGS, OHIO—December 10, 2012—The Boards of Antioch College and Antioch University agreed in principle to a plan that would transfer ownership of the non-commercial FM radio station WYSO to the College and eliminates any future rights of the University to have claim on Antioch College’s campus or endowment.

WYSO operates at 50,000 watts in the Charles Kettering Building at 150 E. South College Street. Ownership of the station and the building remained with Antioch University when an alumni-led group purchased the College and most of its assets in September 2009, more than a year after closure.

Under a new agreement, which must be approved by the Greene County (Ohio) Probate Court, Antioch College would purchase the radio station and building for $8 million. Additionally, Antioch University has agreed to eliminate so-called “reverter clauses” from documents executed in the 2009 asset purchase. Those clauses specified that all of the assets of the College would revert to Antioch University under certain circumstances, including the failure of Antioch College to obtain accreditation by September 2016.
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