Volume 10, Issue 2 (2022)
As we write this introduction, birds sing and the last chill (hopefully) melts from the windows. Springtime is tiptoeing in—except for the few wild days when it stomps around in bright yellow rain boots or disappears behind a winter cloud. And we, your managing editors, are trying to figure out how to say goodbye without being very, very sappy.
It’s a far cry from the early days of this semester. This winter, the Gandy Dancer staff set out to work on this spring issue with precaution, not sure what the semester would bring. COVID constantly reasserted itself even as maskless smiles were reintroduced. Snowstorms canceled classes, rainstorms brought floods, and yet, the weeks continued doggedly on. Sometimes, it feels like the only constant is uncertainty itself. In Western New York, springtime can fell a tree as easily as it softens the ground allowing for crocus, daffodils, tulips to bloom.
But while uncertainty continues to plague us (no pun intended), time has also brought new joy, surprising warmth, and unexpected community. Slowly, and then all at once, life adjusted to an almost-normal haze. College students braved the green in shorts, concerts and clubs found new life, and Gandy Dancer came together, our nineteenth issue.
We are proud to present the best that SUNY has to offer, pulling in excellent work from Albany, FIT, Purchase, Stony Brook, New Paltz, Oswego, Plattsburg, Fredonia, Potsdam, Binghamton, and, of course, Geneseo. Different genres harmonize to breathe life into themes of acceptance, parenthood, letting go of old hurts, and revival. Lidabel A. Avila’s poem “Where My Head Lays” invites us to remember the importance of growing past the trappings of old lives, while El J. Ayala’s “Dog Names” reminds us that life is a series of ups and downs, but with love and care, it’s so worth it. Digging deeper still, a poem by Allyson Voerg calls us to shed old shame to instead “stand straight within / my own self sovereignty.”
Throughout the issue, themes of rebirth climb to the surface like new saplings seeking sunlight. In this era, when the world is hoping COVID will soon be in the rearview mirror and peace is precarious, that rebirth can feel painful. It’s a struggle, discarding old comforts for the unfamiliar. And that’s why, at times like these, art is not only necessary, but a balm. Gandy Dancer hopes to be both and more—an atlas to understand old memories and a map to chart new paths, all at once.
It is our sincere hope that these thoughtful, engaging works provide something of substance to the uncertainty in your lives. With spring in the air and transformation around the corner, we want to say thank you for picking up (or clicking through) this issue. May your reading help release old habits, welcome new joys, or simply bring some needed comfort.
Maria Pawlak and Amina Diakite
There Are Things I Love About Being Home // The Object Being Crushed Beneath Me
Katherine Welch, SUNY Geneseo
Self Portrait 2 // Room of Mirrors // The Memory Is Not What It Used to Be
Maddie Hinrichs, SUNY Albany
- Managing Editors
- Amina Diakite, Maria Pawlak
- Fiction Editors
- Julia Grunes, Matthew Keller
- Creative Nonfiction Editor
- Alison DiCesare
- Poetry Editor
- Julia Yakowyna
- Fiction Readers
- Anne Baranello, Nathaniel Bedell, Madisun Edmond, Erika Powers, Taylor Tirabassi
- Creative Nonfiction Readers
- Amaya DiGiovanni, Jenna MacLeod, Jessica Marinaro, John Mattison, Julian Silverman, Thomas Skinnider
- Poetry Readers
- Regina Fuller, Iliana Papadopoulos, Walter Paskoff, Sparrow Potter, Daphne Xulu
- Faculty Advisor
- Rachel Hall
- Production Advisor
- Allison Brown
- Advisory Editors
- Dan DeZarn, Kristen Gentry, Lucia LoTempio, Mehdi Okasi (Purchase), Michael Sheehan (Fredonia), Lytton Smith, Kathryn Waring
- Special thanks to:
- The Parry family and Leslie Pietrzyk
Cover art: The Blossoming Beezlebub by Erik Carrigan