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/myooz/
noun
1. (in Greek and Roman mythology)
each of nine goddesses, the daughters of
Zeus and Mnemosyne, who preside over
the arts and sciences.
2. a person or personified force who is
the source of inspiration for a creative
artist.
Synonyms: inspirtation, creative
influence, stimulus, stimulation
Cover Artwork: MJ Orlando
Dearest, Mommy?
Rebel Fall 2022
Emily Peek
Editor-In-Chief
Jala Davis
Managing Editor
Olivia Magistro
Creative Director
Audrey Milks
Production Manager
LC Love
Graphic Designer
Cherie Speller
Interim Director of Student Media
Annah Howell
Production Advisor
Tim Davis
Advertising & Marketing Adminstrator
Candy Griffin
Administrative Support Associate
Copyright 2022 REBEL Arts and Literary magazine
and Student Media Board of East Carolina University.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be
produced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted
in any form electronic, mechanic, photocopying,
recording or otherwise, without the permission of
East Carolina University Pirate Media 1. REBEL is
printed by Chamblee Graphics.
Pirate Media 1 Office, Ground Floor Mendenhall G51,
Mail Stop 406,1000 E 5th St, Greenville,
NC 27858-4353.
Opinions expressed herein are those of the student
contributors and DO NOT reflect those of the faculty,
staff, administration of ECU, Student Media Board
nor the University of North Carolina System.
Hello, Pirates! My name is Emily Peek and I'd like
to introduce myself as the new editor-in-chief
of the Pirate Media 1 Print Division. As I have
worked with our newspaper, The East Carolinian,
for the past two years, I am now beyond excited
to explore the magazine division.
This 2022 Rebel publication is the first magazine I
have ever worked on, and I'm incredibly proud of
it. This publication is full of amazing art, designs,
writing and inspiration, and I feel lucky to have
gotten to experience all of its contents.
As our theme for this magazine is "Muse,"
our inspiration for the included designs, color
palettes and spreads include renaissance, and
greek and roman mythology. So, as you flip
through these pages, feel the inspiration myself
along with my managing editor and our designers
felt while carefully curating each spread.
To my amazing and talented managing editor
and team of designers, this publication would
not be possible without you. Each of you have
taught me the ropes of working with magazines,
as well as put together a Rebel publication to be
incredibly proud of.
And to everyone who sent in their writing,
designs or art to fill each of these pages, it has
been a joy working with your submissions. Thank
you to everyone!
Now, readers, I am more than excited for you to
experience this publication and all that it means.
Enjoy,
Emily Peek
Editor-In-Chief
It's My Party
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MJ Orlando | Linoleum Relief
Untitled
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MJ Orlando | Linoleum Relief
A Sky Full of Stars
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Zaria Richardson
Digital Graphics
Touch & Growing Pains
10
Caroline Koerner
Digital Drawing
Blues & Sick
11
Digital Drawing
Caroline Koerner
Healing Feels strange & Healing is Hard
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Intaglio
Amber Baggette
Living Legend
14
Olivia Gravanese
Linoleum Relief
Downstream
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Linoleum Relief
Kyleigh Harper
Midnight News
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Kimberly Cusack
Digital Painting
Heartfelt Gratitude from a Distance Pirate
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Poetry
Alina Nadeem
Manic Pixie Dream Mug
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Kimberly Cusack
Digital Painting
Make Time for Me
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Poetry
Dymon Blango
Seeking
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LC Love
Pastel Pencil Drawing
Untitled
22
Intaglio
Kyleigh Harper
Phobias
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Kyleigh Harper
Intaglio
Abecedarian on Though about Time
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Poetry
Owen Starr
Worthless
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Poetry
Owen Starr
Guardians
26
Screenprinting
Olivia Magistro
Bully Boy
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MJ Orlando | Screenprinting
Exits
30
Oil Painting
Kimberly Cusack
Columbine
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Digital Illustration
Emily Hall
A Southeast Asian Girl's Musings
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Non-Fiction
Nefertiti Fenison
The Lace
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Olivia Gravenese
Lithography
Inside Outside
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Flipbook Animation
LC Love
It's My Party
MJ Orlando | Linoleum Relief
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Untitled
MJ Orlando | Linoleum Relief
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Outer space has
captured my attention
ever since childhood.
One of the first things
I learned about in
astronomy was the
constellations. In my
pieces here, I created
my own simplified
versions of the artwork
often seen behind a
constellation to show
the person, animal, or
object on which the
constellation is based.
A Sky Full of Stars
Zaria Richardson | Digital Graphics
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Touch
Caroline Koerner |
Digital Drawing
Growing Pains
Caroline Koerner |
Digital Drawing
Blues
Caroline Koerner |
Digital Drawing
Sick
Caroline Koerner |
Digital Drawing
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Healing Feels Strange
Amber Baggette | Intaglio
Healing is Hard
Amber Baggette | Intaglio
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Living Legend
Olivia Gravanese | Linoleum Relief
14
Downstream
Kyleigh Harper | Linoleum Relief
15
"Midnight News"
Kimberly Cusack
Photography
Midnight News
Kimberly Cusack | Digital Painting
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Alina Nadeem | Poetry
On aboard my digital ship,
I set sail for waters unknown.
Little had this Pirate known,
ECU is where her anchor would be
thrown.
What's meant to be will always find
its way,
I'll miss you is all I want to say.
Now that we are together,
These memories could last forever.
My dear school of communication,
I smile whenever we are together.
I miss you whenever we are apart.
These are the heartfelt words from
a distant Pirate's heart.
This is a poem to say thank you,
for all that you say and you do.
For the students you polish
and for the relationships that we
relish.
It is noticed and cherished.
Where I'm going next, I have not a
clue,
But I sure am glad that I got to
know you.
Thank you ECU and School of
Communication for all that you do!
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Manic Pixie Dream Mug
Kimberly Cusack | Digital Painting
Often I find inspiration in the small objects and
trinkets that bring joy to the most mundane aspects
of life. Manic Pixie Dream Mug is a digital painting
of my unicorn ceramic mug taking a journey through
candy-colored clouds. Perhaps the mug is tired of being
a vessel for a bitter drink and wants to escape to a more
exciting existence.
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Make
Time for
Me
For as long as the sun shines, I
hope you make time for me
Even when your calendar fills
with ink marks of events you
planned to attend or see
I hope your passion for me
continues to flow just as the
waters in the sea.
And even when the sun hides
behind the clouds and color fades
from your blue jeans
I hope you know that I'll always
be here waiting for you to return
to me.
I hope you never become too
busy and turn me into a
distant memory.
As much as you hate to admit it,
I want you, but you need me.
Dymon Blango | Poetry
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Seeking
LC Love | Pastel Pencil Drawing
Untitled
Kyleigh Harper | Intaglio
Phobias
Kyleigh Harper | Lithography
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All of time is
But a scar which
Calls itself a memory.
Deep down, our grudges
Encompass this
Film of life:
Growth from child to adult,
How friends fade
Into faces in seemingly
Just seconds. They become
Keepsakes: merely receptacles for
Longing of a time before.
More and more does time slip
North and out of the body.
Obvious or oblivious to the end,
Please wait for an answer in the
Queue. We trust our feet in
Ravishing cold to find conclusion: our
Star in a blank sky.
Ticking perpetually is Reaper's clock,
Until the alarm strikes and
Vales uncover, proving he's one of us.
We simply leave with
X's and O's: one last
Yawn before our six-foot
Zone, in earth or in flames.
Owen Starr | Poetry
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Worthless
Owen Starr | Poetry
I almost fell asleep
With a cigarette
In my mouth tonight.
The smoke drew your face
Upon the low dark ceiling
In profile, like a statue
Bought to feel more elegant
In cheap, ill-fitting clothes.
I wish my eyes wouldn't seem so heavy
In the wan evening light
Of passing cars and the crescent moon.
We could've caressed under it
One last time: before water
Consumed your flesh.
But I can't have my wishes:
I wasted them all with insolence
And the burning of my lungs
Chocking on the frigid river
And the serpent of blood
Slithering out of your frail nose.
This bed is forever soiled
With tears and nicotine:
Addictions to you which
I know I'll never kick.
I can't fall asleep like this.
When awake, your cerulean eyes
Can't catch sight of me
In nightmares or dreams:
It is in them
When I admit
I am most feeble.
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Guardians
Olivia Magistro | Screenprinting
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Bully Boy
MJ Orlando | Screenprinting
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Exits
Kimberly Cusack | Oil Painting
Columbine
Emily Hall | Digital Illustration
Nefertiti Fenison | Non-Fiction
The warmth of the morning sunlight and
the build-up of pollens covering oak tree
branches greeted me as I marched to my
front yard with a watering can. Among the
unripe strawberries and blueberries stood
my pride and joy, the flowering collard
greens. This year marks the second time my
army of collard greens had bloomed, ready
to turn yellow petals into fat seed pods.
The plants no longer focus their energy on
making big, crunchy leaves as they only
have one goal in mind-reproduction.
With the help of friendly pollinators and, of
course, me as the amateur yet hopeful home
gardener, those plants shall undergo the next
stage of its life cycle, known as bolting, after
the blossoms dried out in about six weeks.
The waiting game has commenced.
I still remember the laborious process of
collard greens propagation I underwent
nearly two years ago-harvesting the
browning seed pods, cracking them open,
collecting the tiny black seeds, sowing the
seeds onto shallow trays of compost, and
waiting for the sprouts to get big enough
to be transferred to loamy soil. It was
an exercise in patience and also letting
go-many of the weaker seedlings didn't
survive the transfer and died soon after the
procedure. Among the surviving few of
them, only a handful grew to maturity after
a long battle with pests like slugs, cabbage
worms, and aphids. Those survivors, as you
could guess, became the ancestors of my
current generation of collard greens. As for
the unexpected beginning of the original
batch of collard greens I grew, that's a story
from back when I was still an undergraduate
international student in a mountainous
town five hours away from the home of our
proud Pirate Nation.
Mid-September 2017
As I made my way from my last class of the
day to the Student Union building of UNC
Asheville, the fiery and bold colors of the
maple leaves signaled the peak of autumn.
The warm feeling in my heart, however,
made me wish it was still summer instead.
My colleague Carter Smith, the president of
an environmentally-minded group in which
I was a member, had agreed to meet with
me to discuss details about the biannual
farm-to-table dinner our organization, just
like several others, was asked to contribute
to by the university.
"You look as energetic as ever," Carter
said when I found her on the second floor
of the building where our club's official
headquarter was. "Sit down, I've got some
cool stuff to show you!" she gestured to a
box on her lap on which there were a stack
of envelopes labelled Sow True Seed.
"What do a bunch of heirloom seeds have
to do with a dinner? You're not saying
you want our club to donate homegrown
vegetables, do you? Even if we managed to
raise the plants, would we be able to harvest
enough for all the dining guests?"
"Nah, these seeds are gonna be gifts for
the dinner's attendees. I just thought it'd
be great to give people something they
can cherish forever, you know? Something
awesome to take care of. Think about it.
Farm-to-table dinner is all about honoring
our connection to Earth and what is a better
way to do that than to learn where our foods
come from?"
I nodded and flipped the seed package to
find out what kind of crops Carter had
bought.
"Collard greens? What are collards?"
"You've never heard of collard greens?"
Carter gasped in an exaggerated manner.
"Nef, you've been living in the South for
almost three years now!"
"Hey, cut me some slack. I'm an
Indonesian, remember? Collards aren't in
my vocabulary."
"Okay, that's fair. Anyway, collard greens
are a big deal around here. If you go to any
restaurant that specialize in Southern fare,
you'd see saut�ed collards on the menu.
They're like our version of kale, but less
bitter. They can be a bit of an acquired
taste."
"Are collards native to United States or at
least the Appalachian area?"
"Uh.probably not?" Carter scratched her
head. "There's a documentary about it on
Netflix, I can't remember the title but there
is an informative episode in which the host
traveled to an African country to trace his
heritage and met farmers who have grown
collards for generations."
"Oh, now I want to watch that!" I squealed.
"I'm guessing collards came to North
America through transmigration, then?
Perhaps something to do with slavery,
unfortunately."
"Maybe. I mean, collard greens are famous
among Black communities so there could be
a connection with slave trading. Why don't
you find out more on your own? You like
researching and I bet the library has some
resources on it."
My research confirmed that what Carter
and I speculated on regarding where collard
greens came from was correct. Thumbing
through the seemingly endless pages of the
books I borrowed, however, I was surprised
to discover that collard greens are resistant
to harsh weather. Unlike other vegetables
that might not tolerate the snow and ice of
even the mildest winter, the tough collard
greens thrive in low temperature-the
colder it gets, the sweeter the leaves become.
That knowledge of collard greens' hardiness
spiked my interest in trying to cultivate
them. I knew next to nothing about plant
cultivation, but internet was my savior.
Equipped with videos of more experienced
collard greens enthusiasts explaining what
it takes to grow the delicious crops, I asked
my then-boyfriend's mom if she would let
me use a plot of fertile land in her garden
to do my experiment. Although not an
expert on the matter herself, she taught me
what she knows of basic gardening-how
to germinate seeds, how to fertilize, and
how to pull pesky weeds so that the collard
greens wouldn't have to compete with them
for essential nutrients, and most importantly
how to be patient as we waited for the result
of months of hard work.
My very first yield of collard greens were
admittedly not bountiful. Nevertheless, I
was grateful for my meager harvest as it was
a testament that I, a girl from Indonesia who
started out ignorant about a beloved crop
my American peers are familiar with, have
the ability to appreciate the opportunity to
learn something new. Today, as I welcome
spring with open arms, I am reminded of
that curious spirit my younger self has and
pray that, as I keep on nurturing my rows
of collard greens, I will also continue to
nurture my natural curiosity about different
cultures and customs.
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Inside / Outside
LC Love | Flipbook Animation
The Lace
Olivia Gravanese | Lithography
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Rebel Fall 2022
Cherie Speller
Cherie, thank you for your guidance, your patience, and your willingness to lead the
staff to produce amazing content for our readers. Without your time and dedication
to student media, we wouldn't be able to do what we do. Thank you.
Annah Howell
Annah, thank you for your dedication as well as your ability to lead and guide us to
make amazing publications. We call on you often as a staff, but we trust your advice
and your critiques and know that in the end, you'll give us the best advice for us to
perfect our crafts.
Tim Davis
Tim, thank you for your work through the Agency and for giving us the opportunity
to produce publications every week, every month, every year. We appreciate all that
you do!
PM1 Staff
Without our staff members, these publications wouldn't even be half of what
they are now! With all of our creativity and dedication to providing our readers
with informational and entertaining content, we're able to publish content and
publications that represent the community and student body. Thank you for the hard
work and being a great staff.
Submittors
To all who submitted, thank you for your hard work and dedication to the arts and
literature, and trusting us with your precious works. I hope seeing your artwork in a
publication, no matter how many times it's been, serves as your motivation to keep
being creative and to never stop no matter what.
Readers
To our readers, we don't know what we would do without you! Our job isn't possible
without the people who take the time out of their day to read our publications, no
matter which one it is. Each and every one of us sincerely appreciate you for staying
connected with us, providing feedback, and depending on us to provide you with
our publications. We hope you stay along for now and the future and sincerely, we
thank you!
Thank You
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