“The Hornpipe and The Rake” appears in this issue centered around the theme of Craft, and containing—cover-to-cover—a multitude of glorious surprises.

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“August Bloom Log, Entry 1: Emergence” appears in the fall 2017 issue of St. Petersburg Review.

According to the editors: “The journal was founded in 2007 to honor the spirit of samizdat, the disenfranchised Soviet writers’ practice of publication through whatever means, and to celebrate the Russian literary tradition of perseverance. Over the years we have expanded the scope and breadth of our journal to feature work by writers from more than 50 countries.”


Soon these chapters from it all melts down to this: a novel in timelines will be appearing in the following literary journals:

“Chapter 13”—Hotel Amerika (University of Nebraska), spring 2017

“Chapter 8”—SLAB (Slippery Rock University), spring 2017

“Chapter 12”—The Off Beat (Michigan State University), spring 2017

Each timeline (or chapter) in this experimental work was created in response to a drawing the artist Dale Williams left on my desk chair without warning in the Midtown Manhattan office where we both worked to support our art endeavors.


On receiving the school’s Leadership and Service Award from the Alumni Association, I made these brief comments:

Whenever I sit down to work on an essay or a short story, whenever I lift this growing binder of translations of ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’—my next choices are informed by the rigorous training I received here at Cornell College.

It was not simply instruction in the data-received sense. As importantly—or more importantly—I had the inspiring experience of spending four years in the company of a startling array of fierce intellectuals and robust individualists, from [teachers] Robert Dana, Liz Isaacs, Geneva Meers, Stephen Lacey, Rich Martin and Diana Crowder to [Dean] Bill Heywood, [coach] Barron Bremner, photographer Bob Campagna and groundskeeper Ernie Sommerville, a scathing critic of my work study leaf raking technique.

I emerged, somewhat miraculously, in one piece. And better, with the heart to fight again and again the dizzying and often lonely battles inherent in the crafting of individual expressions and then bearing them forward in a world that tragically too often encourages, and rewards, conformity that furnishes us with a shallow stability at the price of our deep and sacred imaginations.

Regardless of current institutional fashion, because I attended this extraordinary school I not only believe, I know there are invincible arguments to be made for the study of the humanities—for the pursuit of art and knowledge for the sake of art and knowledge—as this practice singularly bolsters the health of our mental, emotional and spiritual beings.

To those who handed me the light and showed me the way, I will be forever grateful. For them I quote these lines from Puck’s last speech in A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon…

I am sent with broom before

to sweep the dust behind the door.

Ben Miller ’86 accepts Leadership and Service Award