Reframe Literary Art Magazine

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Re FRAME

ARt & LitER ARy magazine

Created by the students of the College Internship Program (CIP)

vol.2

Front cover art: “Dreams” – Rachel M., CIP Long Beach

“Sapphire waterfall” – Michael McManmon, CIP Founder

This is a 3-D multimedia project: paper collage with wiring supports. It represents the dreaming girl sleeping in a bed after reading a book.

Dreams of adventures, travel and challenges ahead come to mind.

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Thought Dreams in the Realm of RealityIn a gilded frame,we presume our knowledge.A glimpsing sight of a single star,spanning the solitary fringes of Reality.

Is it not sophistic ornamentand decoration?

Remove your image from it’s frameand embrace the dust upon the damp gallery floor.

You are a part of the wholeand not merely one entity.

Yours are the misfortunes of your brothers.To you belong the river rocks, tree-tops, textbooks, and the valleys and mountainsto be discovered.

Reject rigid structures.Stand up upon your shaking legs,And REFRAME a new visionfrom your thought dreams in the Realm of reality.

1969

Dr. Michael McManmon, CIP Founder

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“Sunflower” – Katrina H., CIP Berkshire


Here To the College Internship Program

Here, I am at my best.Here, I have passed each trial and test.Here, I have succeeded.Here, I have done what was needed.

Here, is a place that I belong.Here, supports are always strong.Here, I can see the shades of gray.Here, I strive each and every day.

Here, I am finally reaching my dreams.Here, is even more than what it seems.Here, every aspect is of import.Here, has become my safest fort.

Here, my life is on track.Here, I learn from what I can’t take back.Here, I can accomplish my goals.Here, mountains become knolls.

Here, people listen to my voice.Here, people let me make the choice.Here, I found real friends for life.Here, I have moved past most of my strife.

Here, is where I needed to be.Here, is where I am truly me.Here, I have excelled.Here, it was worth it to be compelled.

Here, I am a part of something more.Here, is forever rooted in my core.Here, will always be more than just a name.Here, has no need to search for fame.

Here, I am always prudent.Here, I am a CIP student.

Ellen O., CIP Berkshire


Flight of the EgoI’m a fully-fledged and decked duelist,Who packed a fool across a pool.Who knew? A middle classed ghoul

Could hold a pack of wolves at bayWith just a stack of lacquered pieces of paper?My Kat is bossWhich is a pet owner’s loss

People come aroundTo give up their poundsOf broke compoundsFor me to repair

While they are all snaredIn my commune,Which is higher than noonBecause I am a goon

Who works for your broodAll for food,And for a lifeDon’t forget the rifeThat we got through aright.

Benjamin B., CIP Amherst


“Sheeza“ – Jacky H., CIP Bloomington


Cooperative painting – Erica F., Anna M., Ilene Spiewak, CIP Berkshire


Elements (A poem that came into being while listening to the rain fall.)

The East Rain whispers the secrets of EarthThe beginning and end, death and rebirthThe West Wind carries the souls of the PastWaiting and watching, the end comes at last.

The North Stone holds the start of Man Leading time back to where it all beganThe South Flame burns the bones of the BeastTime starts again, the struggles have ceased.

Tea J., CIP Brevard


Photograph from a workshop “Painting with Pazienza: Limited Palette, Unlimited Possibilites”.CIP Berkshire students enjoy the opportunity to create original oil paintings with advice fromthe Canadian artist Jennifer Pazienza. The workshop took place in conjunction with Jennifer’s

exhibit titled “Unearthed” at the Good Purpose Gallery in Lee, MA.


“Flowers” – Michael G., CIP Berkshire


“No hard feelings” – Aaron T., CIP Long Beach


One RingIt’s such a small thing,That one little ring.Yet it is the seed,Of many a cruel deed.

Its inscriptions appear in fire,The effects of its appearance are dire.Its holders number eight in all:Sauron, who lost it to Isildur, son of Elendil the Tall,Déagol held it next, Sméagol killed him for itFrom Sméagol, it came to Bilbo, the Hobbit,

Bilbo passed it on to Frodo, who with it had an adventureTom Bombadil held it then, and was unaffected by its lureBack to Frodo it was given, until with Shelob he came face to faceSamwise, O faithful Samwise, he took it then, to keep it safe.

Back again to Frodo it was returned, but Gollum, He-who-was-once-SméagolViolently he reclaimed his Precious, that thing, that ring, he treasured above allBut then from the edge he slipped, he and the ring plummeted into fire, into ruinThey landed in the boiling lava, in dreaded Mount Doom, in Orodruin.

It was such a small thing,That one little ring.Yet it was the seed,Of many a cruel deed.

Lindsay M., CIP Amherst


The MockingbirdThe Mockingbird, of niceness, singsto every single child.Her lullaby; oh very sweet,can even calm the riled.

The Mockingbird had learn’d her songsfrom Mother Dear, of late,who’d taught the songs of history,to just commemorate.

The Mockingbird will practice on.Her voice will rise above.Despair is heard throughout her tunesbut they’ll be sung with love.

The Mockingbird will share her songs,for generations, next,and all will know of Mother Dear,who ain’t in any text.

The Mockingbird shall always singfor only children’s ears.Her lullaby; in their dreams,will keep away their fears



Watercolor – Tamires P., CIP Berkshire


Haiga – Tai B., CIP Berkshire

orange flames

the sky ignited

fall leaves


CalypsoC at who found us at a yard sale

A wesome, she’s my baby

L oving

I ntelligent

P urrfect

S weetheart

O bsessed with scaring our dog, Tappy

Halloween H owls from werewolvesA wful yellsL oathsome squealsL ights lowO wls hootW itches flyE vil laughterE very thought is full of fearN ightime overcomes

Two acrostic poems byGrace N., CIP Berkshire


Created with cotton cord, yarn, and plastic buttons. This reflects the author’s love for marine animals.

Sea life basket – Stephanie S., CIP Brevard


“Blue dining room” – Julian D., CIP Berkshire

“Blue dining room” – Julian D., CIP Berkshire


I fly,I die,Then I’m reborn again,Tis’ my destiny,Forged when time began.Ball of fire,Maul of flame.If I die again,Before you wake,You stayed from work too late.What E’er am I?

Benjamin B., CIP Amherst

The Eye in the Sky RiddleEllen O.CIP Berkshire

“Boxing match” – Jacky H., CIP Bloomington


This digital ‘drawing’ is the result of attempts to figure out if a programming algorithm worked. I made a point mesh for 100 semi randomly branching trees, and drew them to the canvas in the Eclipse program. After many failed attempts, the trees started forming beautiful. By making their light/darkness equal their distance from the viewer, depth and the foggy effect is created. By making the branches thinner the further they get from the trunk, a more realistic feel is made.

“Foggy Forest” – Timothy K., CIP Long Beach


Flow Forward, times, escaping none.Beggars and kings hold health and life.Needed too much is knowledge of God,while fame and fortune tick away.

Away tick fame and fortune,While God of knowledge is much too needed.Life and health hold kings and beggars,None escaping time’s forward flow.

Justin F., CIP Berkeley

Temporal Curse

“Roots in hell” – Kyle S., CIP Berkshire


“Heat” – Tamires P., CIP Berkshire


“Grass drops” – Alexander F., CIP Berkshire


My painting is actually of a photo that I took one day when I found a four-leaf clover. I wanted to keep that memory forever, so I decided to make it into a painting.

“It’s my lucky day” – Rachel F., CIP Berkshire


Life’s Roller CoasterUp, downAround the bendSometimes fastSometimes slowDrops from up highRises from down lowPick the frontPick the backPick the left one or the rightOr the path in the middleTo get on and stayOr to never even tryYou control your ride



“Marching Band” and “Dancer” – Jenna L., CIP Berkshire


“Flowers” – Jamie O., CIP Alumni


The Dark Room And The GhostYou sit in a dark room.The ghost walks in.He looks at you strangelyThe ghost walks out.You sit in the silence.

Adam D., CIP Bloomington

Black-and-White MoralityEvilcruel, nastyhurting, uncaring, tormentingcold, heartless, noble, warmhelping, caring, protectingkind, niceGood



The Woods Of The Willow-Man(Poem describing a particular fantasy world.)

Never walk in the Willow-Man’s woods in the danger of a quiet night.Where no crickets chirp, no owls hoot, and nary a bird takes flight.When you hear each footstep you make through its woods and the hour of night is late, know you could run into the Willow-Man, and be in for a horrible fate.

You can still spend the evening or a pleasant night taking a walk through the park, but don’t go into the nearby woods which sometimes glow in the dark.I mustn’t dwell on what happens sometimes in those woods on a quiet night, lest I give my mind completely to a ghastly and terrible fright.Good night…



Under the guidance of art therapists Alexia Kutzner and Maria Fuster, CIP Long Beach students collaborated on a single canvas to create a masterpiece that now hangs in the foyer of CIP Long Beach. Each student was given one square to paint whatever they desired, and the result is a piece of art that reflects the diversity of our student body. It was interesting to see the canvas come to life over a period of a few months, and each student artist was respectful of each others’ space on the canvas. While our students are with us a few short years, this artwork will live on and serve as a memento of each student artists’ time with us here at CIP Long Beach.

Cooperative painting – Students., CIP Long Beach


“Hummingbird” – Elizabeth D., CIP Brevard

“Pods” – Sarah C., CIP Berkshire


Makylee and the Doveher hazel eyes her scanning gaze and a sudden glimpse then a desire; almost a need to hold that nestled mourning dove unmoving, at her steady approach her body, closer... closer... and closer... her clear curiousity her reaching arm, inches away then at her brushing fingertips a flying dove, in the air a following frustrated “urrggh!” her dramatic fall onto the grass her searching eyes upon the sky but then, a smile and a laugh “so close... but yet so far”



Living on My OwnOn August 12th, 2013 I packed my bags to live on my own for the first time. My mom

was excited that I was going to face something that I never experienced: the challenges of living with a roommate, meeting new people and learning how to become independent. I remember feeling nervous and I thought that I was not going to enjoy it. Luckily, after the first few hours being away from my mom, I found that I liked being with other students who were going through the same anxieties. We all had a fear of the unknown and were wondering what we were going to encounter.

There were a lot of students who I could relate to. Who were very shy and did not know a lot about themselves. I was the same way. I did not jump around, but I thought it would be cool to hang out with others who I did not know much about. We were all quiet and trying to figure out why we were here.

A dozen of the new students started to play games so we would overcome our ner-vousness. We met some of the staff. We seemed to be comfortable around them. There was a lot of fun involved with the games, we just kept playing. Some of the students en-joyed it a lot, even got competitive and started feeling relaxed being on their own. After those first few hours, I came back to my apartment to see my mom again. I was ready for this new adventure in my life. She just said goodbye. I was sensing excitement and moti-vation and suddenly felt that I could begin to live on my own.

Alex R., CIP Long Beach

Celebrating the inner Person for my brother, Dr. Michael P. McManmon, and the College Internship Program staff for thirty years of service

Hurray for everyday heroes!The College Internship Program’s group of professional men and women share a culture of compassionate core values. They treasure the learning differences of young people entrusted to their care.

These skilled professionals act as a creative catalyst causing remarkable transformations as these young students safely breakthrough their confining inner spaces and launch into an invigorating outer space.Convinced they are no longer alone in a confusing world,they know in their hearts they too are made for good purpose.

Jim McManmon

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