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Koene, Emelyn Buttercup

Philomathean 
Volume 4 MMXXV: Secrets Article 15 
12-5-2024 
Gossip 
Emelyn Buttercup Koene 
Bridgewater College, ekoene@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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Gossip
By Emelyn Buttercup Koene
Characters
JORDAN
ROBIN
SAM
JORDAN, ROBIN, and SAM enter from the right.
JORDAN: That was actually so much fun, I’m super glad that we got to do that.
ROBIN: Yes, definitely.
SAM: We’ll have to do it again sometime.
Telephone rings from inside of the telephone booth.
SAM: Holy crap, I didn’t know those things rang like that.
ROBIN: Yeah, I thought you could only call one-way through them.
JORDAN: I dare one of you to answer it.
SAM: Not me.
ROBIN: I’m actually kinda curious. (goes inside the telephone booth and picks up the phone)
SAM: Oh my goodness, I’m so glad you suggested that. Robin has not stopped talking the whole night.
JORDAN: I know, right? It’s just “Riley this, and Riley that.” Like what even is the big deal about Riley?
SAM: I don’t know, Riley always kinda annoyed me too.
ROBIN: (walks out of telephone booth)
JORDAN: What did you hear?
ROBIN: Wouldn’t you like to know.
SAM: Don’t be a tease, did you talk to someone?
Telephone rings from inside of the telephone booth.
SAM: Ok, now I’m really curious, I’m gonna answer it this time.
ROBIN: Be my guest.
SAM: (goes inside the telephone booth and picks up the phone)
JORDAN: Gosh, Sam has just been too much tonight.
ROBIN: You think so too? I was literally just thinking that.
JORDAN: Like could you be more desperate?
ROBIN: I know. And it’s not like Taylor was even paying any attention.
JORDAN: Oh my gosh, don’t get me started on Taylor, talk about stuck up.
SAM: (walks out of telephone booth)
JORDAN: Oh my goodness, what did you hear?
SAM: You’ll just have to listen for yourself.
ROBIN: Do you really think it’ll ring again?
SAM: I don’t know, it’s honestly kinda creepy.
Telephone rings from inside of the telephone booth.
JORDAN: Should I go in, this is honestly weirding me out a lot.
ROBIN: Of course you should, we both did and we’re fine.
JORDAN: Ok, fine (goes inside the telephone booth and picks up the phone)
ROBIN: Finally, Jordan is so obnoxious.
SAM: I mean really. Like why did we even do this again.
ROBIN: Jordan always wants to go out, but is so not fun to be around.
SAM: Yeah, thank God for Hunter, otherwise I don’t think anyone would like Jordan.
JORDAN: (walks out of telephone booth) Well, that was weird.
SAM: Definitely.
Telephone rings from inside of the telephone booth.
ROBIN: Should we leave?
JORDAN: Yes.
SAM: Same time next weekend?
ROBIN: I’d love to.
JORDAN: Yeah, sounds fun.
All three exit to the left.
Emelyn Buttercup Koene studies English and Strategic Communication at Bridgewater College.


English

Gossip

Garber, Julia

Philomathean 
Volume 4 MMXXV: Secrets Article 30 
December 2024 
Blue 
Julia Garber 
Bridgewater College, jgarber3@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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Blue
By Julia Garber
I’m blue like you but you remind me of green
It’s new but so small is it anything real at all
If this song was a color you couldn’t hear it anyway
If only you knew what I know then my pain would go away
This song is blue but it should be red
These feelings inside, should be with us instead
I shouldn’t bare this alone
I should spread all the love
But alas the rules are made it up, and my time has come
How can I help you understand when I barely know myself ?
I can’t hide behind the fact I see you everyday and it’s detrimental to my health
I know I’m not the wisest and I don’t have all the answers but I’m stuck in glue
Do I tell you the truth to open your eyes or should you stay like you never knew
This song is blue but it should be red
These feelings inside, should be with us instead
I shouldn’t bare this alone
I should spread all the love
But alas the rules are made it up, and my time has come
Oh oh
I know I can’t tell you
Oh oh
But I want to
Julia Garber studies Psychology at Bridgewater College.


Blue

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D’Aurora, Elizabeth

Philomathean 
Volume 4 MMXXV: Secrets Article 10 
December 2024 
Beyond the Four Numbers 
Elizabeth D’Aurora 
Bridgewater College, ldaurora@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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Beyond the Four Numbers
By Elizabeth D’Aurora
0-2-8-9
I need to remember that number
0-2-8-9
Such a random number
0-2-8-9
That’s the code
0-2-8-9
What was it for again
0-2-8-9
Mother says I need to stay here
0-2-8-9
But where is here
0-2-8-9
I miss them
0-2-8-9
Maybe I can go see them
0-2-8-9
But Mother says to stay here
0-2-8-9
But I’m lonely without them
0-2-8-9
I’ll just poke my head out
0-2-8-9
There’s the door
0-2-8-9
It’s locked
0-2-8-9
A code
0-2-8-9
Maybe that’s what this is for
0-
But why would it be locked
-2-
Mother says it’s to keep me safe
-8-
Safe from what
-9
*click*
0-2-8-9.
Finally, I’ll get to see them
0-2-8-9
… see… them…
No… Mother says to stay inside
0-2-8-9
Mother knows best…
0-2-8-9
… Mother… them…
I want to see them. I MUST go see them.
0-2-8-9… sunshine… open…
Oh, Mother will punish me for sure!
0-2-8-9… Safety… Closed…
But will she ever know if I leave right now…?
0-2-8-9… Mother… Freedom…
It’ll only be for a second…
0-2-8-9… Open… Door…
… Door… Closed…
… Mother… them…
… Sunlight… Safety…
*click*
0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9…0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9…0-2-8-9…
0-2-8-9…0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9…0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9…
0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9…
0-2-8-9…. 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9… 0-2-8-9…
0-2-8-9… I miss them…I miss them… I miss them… I miss them… I miss them…
I miss you… I miss you…I miss you… I miss you… I miss you… I miss you… Mother…
Wait… what was I supposed to remember again?
Elizabeth D'Aurora studies Business Administration at Bridgewater College.


Beyond the Four Numbers

Philomathean 
Volume 4 MMXXV: Secrets Article 31 
12-5-2024 
Clandestine 
Emelyn Buttercup Koene 
Bridgewater College, ekoene@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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Clandestine
By Emelyn Buttercup Koene
The clandestine coast upon which they meet
is hidden away from the outside world.
One hundred steps away from kindled streets,
the girl clings to a parcel tightly furled.
With frantic eyes the boy looks side to side
as he reaches out for her quivering hand.
They walk; their pace quickening with each stride.
They traverse the jagged dark rocks and sand.
The rocks hug tighter, creating a maze.
Inside the labyrinth, they hear soft whispers
from an unknown source, concealed by moon rays.
Far ahead some lighted object glisters.
She breaks off, running to luminescence.
Her feet leave the ground, her skin peeling back.
She turns to flames of hot incandescence.
The object she carried rose from her sack.
The boy, petrified, averts crying eyes.
He sees no way out from his rocky jail.
The girl’s parcel shrieks as it sheds its guise
to show an eerie beauty beneath the veil.
Held at bay only by quivering hands,
released now into the misty night sky,
two evils colliding above the sands.
There’s no one to hear the pair’s final cries
The boy looks on as his figure distorts
and his skin melts off of his bony frame.
Like the girl, he burns and body contorts.
Both degraded to ashes, much the same.
By morning light, no evidence remains
of the boy and girl and evil released.
The fatal fire had left no cremains.
Their souls are trapped there with other deceased.
The girl and the boy, now possessed in ghosts,
can tell no one of the clandestine coast.
Emelyn Buttercup Koene studies English and Strategic Communication at Bridgewater College.


Clandestine

Carter, Katelin

Philomathean 
Volume 3 MMXXIV: Where Our Dreams Take Us Article 2 
2-14-2024 
Philomathean MMXXIV: Where Our Dreams Take Us Introduction 
Katelin Carter 
kcarter3@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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Vol. 3, Article 2. 
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Exploring Where Our Dreams Take Us
By Katelin Carter, Editor-in-Chief
The Philomathean has been a champion for the voices of our students and the Bridgewater
Community at large, bringing individuals together through the good times and bad since 1896.
Initially, the Philomathean was published as the Philomathean Monthly, created by Bridgewater
College students to share students’ news articles, literary creations, local ads, and silly jokes.
 Later, the Philomathean became a printed collection of students’ creative and academic work,
published until 2018 when it moved to the BC Digital Commons. Its pages present the diverse
perspectives and shared experiences that define our community's connection. Encountering
and appreciating these perspectives and experiences fosters further understanding and
solidarity among its readers. This year’s theme, "Where Our Dreams Take Us," beckons the
dreamers, the poets, and the seekers to share their stories.
At first, the editors anticipated submissions filled with the fleeting imagery of sleep, and
indeed, we did; but, as the pages of the Philomathean began to fill, we discovered a composition
far richer and more complex than we had imagined. The dreams our submitters shared with us
were not solely the products of a subconscious realm but also of aspirations, dreams (and
dreams deferred) of a hoped-for future. From the fragments of shattered dreams to the
soaring heights of ambition, each submission bore witness to the human experience. The
choice of a theme, picked for its visual allure, grew into a deeper significance, surpassing mere
symbolism and expanding beyond its initial confines. Our theme became a profound
exploration of the human spirit—a testament to the power of the surrounding community.
And so, we invite you to drift o  in this year's issue of the Philomathean. To cross the line
between waking and sleep, weaving in and out of the hopes and aspirations of our community
of dreamers, and discovering the myriad paths that lead us to where our dreams take us.


Philomathean MMXXIV: Where Our Dreams Take Us Introduction

Macario, Beatriz

Soñar al Respirar

Scheiner, Meredith

Philomathean 
Volume 3 MMXXIV: Where Our Dreams Take Us Article 25 
2-14-2024 
The Wild Hunt 
Meredith Scheiner 
mscheiner@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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The Wild Hunt
Meredith Scheiner
I look into your dark eyes, love,
and see the riders fly.
Through mist, and wind, and trampled souls,
I can hear their striking vies.
I marvel in the Wild Hunt
in its race past land and time.
I see its fearsome, feral fight
to reclaim the world that was mine.
Your iris is the ground they bound across,
your pupil the full moon that looms:
I see, over the summer horizon,
the right that no one assumes.
Their faces are fogged over,
as though within a dream,
and I sense rather than see it:
Their cold, age-old scream.
For the Wild Hunt has hailed and arrived
to proclaim some glorious catastrophe.
The world may sink in terror,
but I sense no agony.
I have seen the Wild Hunt;
I have heard its haunted howls.
In the depths of obsidian night,
I have seen what it befouls.
The Wild Hunt troubles the lands
and leaves the cities bleak.
Whatever, my dear, you desire,
there is no more for you to seek.
The Wild Hunt has always ran
through your eyes, dark as smoke.
I understand the fear they bring
and I know the pain they cloak.
I know I am immune, my love,
as long as the moment stands:
for though the Hunt is in your eyes,
I have hold of your hands.
Meredith Scheiner studies Professional Writing and Communications at Bridgewater College


The Wild Hunt

Galloway, Stanley

Philomathean 
Volume 3 MMXXIV: Where Our Dreams Take Us Article 48 
2-14-2024 
Assless Chaps, Number 2 
Stanley Galloway 
Bridgewater College, sgallowa@eagles.bridgewater.edu 
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Assless Chaps, Number 2
Stanley Galloway
I dreamed I was a cowboy
Rudolph, the brindled elk, wheezing under me
bright-nosed, leather-tailed
across a land of hills and money
unbacked by any government
hungry for asparagus
sprouting in the bog
or doughnuts
glazed and calling eat me
through the dawn
where I awoke
without my boots
and hat
and assless chaps
to cardinal song.
Stan Galloway teaches English at Bridgewater College
