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THE MONROE ART COLLABORATIVE

The Monroe College Art Collaborative Club

Writing Contest Results Will Be Announced Next Week!

Due to the high volume of submissions for our Spring Writing Contest, we will be announcing the winner by the end of next week, Friday, June 29th! We have some excellent prose, poetry, and nonfiction to choose from. Stay tuned!

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Is Your Heart Racing?

The final deadline for the Monroe Art Collaborative Spring Writing Contest is this Sunday, JUNE 18TH! If you have a poem, fiction or nonfiction story, please send it our way! The theme is racing and competition, and we are fine with metaphors! Get your submissions into cscott@monroecollege.edu before it’s too late!

Monroe Art Collaborative Member Annie Rodriguez Paints in the Bronx!

Join Annie Rodriguez, a skilled artist and student at Monroe College, on Saturday June, 16th as she paints a mural in the Bronx! More information can also be found at info@thebronxrox.com.

Writing Contest Deadline June 18th!

The Spring Writing Contest deadline is coming up fast–especially if you’re driving a Hennessy Venom F-5! Its top speed is 301 MPH! Send submissions for the writing contest to cscott@monroecollege.edu before it’s too late!

 

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Winter 2018 Open Mic

The Winter 2018 Open Mic had many talented performers. Take a look at the photos below, and we’ll see you at the next one!

 

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Student Kiara Batista performs an original work of poetry.
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Joshua Torres performs an inspired original poem.
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Tuna?!? Student Lissandra Molina excellently performs a monologue she learned for her Intro to Dramatic Arts class.

Open Mic Tuesday, March 27th!

Please come to the Open Mic at the Barnes & Noble on the New Rochelle Campus!

I am Also to Blame–3rd Place Winter 2018

By Thapelo Makofane

They killed him with their words
I kept quiet.
They buried him with their chortles
I kept quiet.

His eye full of rage hoping it
Will all come to an end.

I couldn’t move nor speak.
I didn’t try to,
It’s not my worry.

His eyes full of dysphoria wishing
I would say something.

But I didn’t.

My face down, eyes down.
All I could wish for was to disappear.
They killed him with their laughs.
I could have done something.

But I didn’t.

Thapelo Makofane is a Criminal Justice major at Monroe College.

See it Through–2nd Place Winter 2018

By Anne Lebrun

You never think it can happen to you
The winds of life hit you from the left
Then from the right
You just pray day and night you see it through.

The test you take
The food you make
and the air you breathe
Feels still and fake.

They say to try your best
But all you do is
Stress, stress, stress.

Just praying to God your heart won’t break.

The anxiety and doubt
Fills you up like water
And turns you blue.

But you just pray
Day and night
That you see it through.

All the things you say you can’t do
Just pray to God you see it through.

What you need
Is to see it coming

See it coming from near and far.
See it coming no matter where you are.
See it coming day and night.
See it coming when you feel like there’s no light.
See it coming in the air.
See it coming everywhere.
See it coming in your hear for the truth.

Just pray to God you see it through
Follow the word and your heart
Through the storm
In the end it is what keeps you warm.

When you thought it could never happen to you
Just thank God you prayed day and night to see it through.

 

Anne Lebrun is a Criminal Justice major on the New Rochelle campus of Monroe College.

 

 

 

 

Coming Through the Storm–1st Place Winter 2018

By Christie Jean

 

      In 2010, my family and I had hoped that we would have a beautiful year. The last one was not really enjoyable because of so many hurricanes and the economic crisis in Haiti. On this day I had a sensation. It wasn’t a great feeling and I called it the “bizarre day” because I was not ready for this unexpected moment. Later at school, I was sitting on a bench and I heard something that I couldn’t explain. I tried to make sense of that particular noise. At first, I thought that it was the beginning of a second war around the world, and that it was a horrible helicopter above me. Finally, when the earth had shaken me like a drum in the sky, I got scared and started to call the powerful name of God because the people were gone, wanting to save themselves. I concluded that it was the end of world. I might have done something bad that God had come to discuss with me face to face.

      Rapidly, I took out my spiritual gun, asked God for his forgiveness, and walked away to see if it was a dream or if my imagination was in the air like a spy on another planet. During my reflection, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My aunt tried to explain the situation to me, but when we arrived in front of the principal’s door, what I saw was terrible. Many people were covered in blood and crying. Their faces, their bodies, their souls were not in the same place. In my mind, I had the impression this was desperation because they had lost their families, their friends, parts of their bodies. The population was crying, asking for help. My country had been hurt, my flag was crying red because it couldn’t do anything for his children waiting to be saved. The ancestors were mad and they probably died many years ago, but they wanted to do something for their sons. My white house was included among the other houses that collapsed in the earthquake. In addition, evil and the angels were in the area, and death also was looking for people to take and some of them went to the invisible world, according to mysticism.

      Two days later, we received a visit from my neighbors. They couldn’t find their daughter, Nae. They were filled with sorrow. Their faces showed us how parents can be devastated by losing a child. With only a pair of sandals and dirty clothes, the mother was asking us to give her her daughter, and the father with his bandaged arm was trying to stay strong. Personally, I can tell that in every country we find the bad side; the side we want everybody to talk or argue about. On this day, the solidarity was unbelievable. We assisted Nae’s parents as we could, even though we didn’t have enough water or food. As a family, we shared what we had. We gave them a place to stay with the access to a shower. We were divided into groups: one group with Nae’s parents with the objective to find her, the second consisted of old people with disabilities and those who could act as nurses, and the third were volunteers for search and rescue missions.

      We spent the whole day but we didn’t find her. During the night, we heard someone screaming in the neighborhood. Everybody was ready to go and see what the problem was, since we were living as a small community because some of us had lost our houses and didn’t know where to go. When we arrived, a circle had been formed by the small community. Someone was inside the circle moving as a snake until the spirit of Nae came and asked for some help. Before Nae started, she told us that she had a few minutes to talk and that we would need a mystic person to find her if they had been interrupted.

      Nae said that she was fine and everything was ok, but she wouldn’t be able to come back until her faith and her family had grown. She asked everybody to pray for her. This was the only way she can find her freedom. If not, she would have to stay where she was and take a different form every day and her parents wouldn’t be able to talk to her as a daughter but as a stranger. Sometimes she might also be a dog or anything because she lives with the Devil, and that way she will work to continue to go to school and more.

      When she was about to go, the principal drum for the community was played by an invisible hand and everybody who believes in spirit was dancing. Their bodies were on fire, their eyes had a mysterious light, and their feet danced with the rhythm of this instrument of happiness for more than one person. Suddenly, the old tree fell down and all of the people who were dancing had been kidnapped by the root of evil. Immediately, the mystic called Nae with power and asked her where she came from. She said, “I am coming through the storm.”

 

Christie Jean is a 1st year Business Management student on Monroe’s New Rochelle campus.

Annie’s Art Therapy–December 14th

Right before the break, Annie and her talented student artists finished their flower paintings. Please take a look at the three displayed below, and stay tuned for more meetings!

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Annie’s Art Therapy–November 30th

On Thursday, November 30th, Annie and her group of budding artists continued with their rose paintings.

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A rose on canvas, created by Erin Mullin
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Annie in the process of gluing a rose to the canvas background.

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