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Satori 2020, Shannon Laurance, Sara Severson, Hailey Seipel, Mike Desch, Annette Deyo, Nicole Tompos, Jena Archer, Megan Martin, Abbey Johnson, Carly Weber, Sara Severson, Mike Desch, Kimberly Coffee, Dahlia Garofalo

Satori Literary Magazine

The Satori is a student literary publication that expresses the artistic spirit of the students of Winona State University. Student poetry, prose, and graphic art are published in the Satori every spring since 1970.

Have You Ever Looked At A Walnut Shell, Matthew E. Davis

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Have you ever looked at a walnut shell… all up close and personal I mean. You get so close your eyes crawl into the grooves until they become gorges and then the rest of your body follows in.

For The Boy Who Broke, Yvonne Bamba

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You were the boy who broke.

Broke into laughter. Broke into song.

Broke into a smile.

Broke into brokenness.

You had this terrible habit of breaking things, especially people.

Especially yourself.

Excerpt From Jaki's Tale, Kayla K. Etheridge

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We cooked macaroni and cheese. It was the perfect time to have a girls’ night. Candace loved to stir the block of butter, milk and packaged cheese in the pot once I finished draining it.

“Okay,” she grunted. “It’s done, Mommy.”

She walked over to the sink and washed her hands. I plucked a noodle from the pot and licked the cheese from my fingertips.

“Get the lemonade,” I told her.

I picked up the pot and separated it into three bowls while Candace filled two glasses with lemonade. “Grab some napkins.”

“I got them,” she answered. “Come on. It’s …

Book Review For Caribou, Emily Moran

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A Letter To A Future Bridezilla

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You Would Do Anything, Kevin Coates

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You are driving on the interstate, and your daughter says, “Look, Mommy! A polar bear!”

You are not so far gone that you think it really can be a polar bear, but you can not in that split second think of much else that it could be.

“A polar bear?” you say, stalling.

“Polar bear, polar bear, what do you hear?” she says.

You remember vaguely that those are the lines of a book you read to her at night. You don’t know what the polar bear hears. What do polar bears hear? You imagine white noise, winds filled with …

The Bone Train, Pamela Livingston

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Standing inside the shadow of the dying gum tree, Gadje counted the curses. There must be one for every misshapen god Ashtong’s coffins had offended and the train of coffins was long. Very long.

Brittle bone prayers swayed, clicking in the crisp breeze that broke through the branches of gum forest everywhere but where Gadje stood. He only had to toss some bone dust into the wind and mumble his request to make the wind god understand, they had worked around each other for many years. Crushing the shards of broken prayers in his palm, Gadje refilled the stiff gator …

Seven Taverns To The Schoolhouse, Ellen Six

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The day that I was born my parents looked at me and said, “You will go to college,” a noble ambition to fulfill when you are only two hours old. To both of my parents, who had emigrated from Lithuania, education was the magic key that would free me from the life that they had to live.

Mother had received only three years of schooling. She was third daughter in a family that would have twelve children; six would live and six would die. She learned to read and write but that was enough for a girl who was needed …

One Page Sentence, Kevin Coates

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I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and by easy I mean a piece of cake, a cake walk, even though the one time I had actually tried to make a cake from scratch, it was not all that easy – in fact, it was one of the hardest things I did during my four years in college – making an orange sponge cake that baked into a hideous color, a color like the left over snack bags in the dollar aisle at Wal-Mart after Halloween, when all of the candy is fake fruit shapes and all of the …

Old Woman, Erina Lynch

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She sits across from me in all her purpleness. Same table, same drinks on the table. Each and every day the same. Three drinks each day at 11:45A.M. – one venti caramel frappucino, one venti mocha with whip and one grande iced coffee. She isstrange. The drinks, ordered together, sit on the table slowly being sucked dry as the old woman holds court at her two-seater, window, table for hours. She is strange, arriving at the local McDonald’s version of a coffeehouse referred to as Starbucks on her purple beach cruiser bicycle that is seriously tricked out in some sort …

Digressing, Kylie Walsh

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James sat up when Death knocked on the door. He was there to collect James the way children collect laughter. James opened the door; he was not very bright with things like this.

When he was younger his sister smashed a vase over his head after his provokings grew into gaping creatures. After numerous X-rays and MRIs the doctors told them all, “We looked at his head, there’s nothing there.”

Much amusement among the brothers and sisters at this. He could do Calculus problems in his head and tell you about wars that your great-great-great-grandparents fought in when they lived …

Dandelion, Jane Muir Greene

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The old man was hunched over his walker on the garden path, having a tug of war with the wheels of his walker and the pea gravel that barely delineated the pathways in the overgrown, weed strewn expanse of planting beds that hinted of a former hey-day. He was a short man whose middle had increased with every decade, now giving him an egg shaped profile, a ridiculous outline for such a dignified person, dressed in a three-piece suit with a white carnation in his button-hole, a uniform he had worn every day since he first started at the law …

Things My Father Taught Me, Casey Waits

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They say every man grows up to be his father. I’m pretty sure they say the same thing about women too. They also say how life is all about the little things. The devil is in the details and what have you; body language, facial expressions, clothing, ticks, mannerisms, habits, speech patterns, sayings, tones, opinions, and patterns. These are what make up a person. These are what make up me. I learned them from my dad.

Futile Attempts, Melissa Graveson

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I don’t know why I remember waking up one morning, and getting ready to go to the mall when I was five years old. The morning started just as so many others had. I crawled out of my bed, reluctant to leave the warmth, and comfort, it provided. Soon after I made it over to the dresser, where I found an outfit to wear. The shirt and pants I put on were indicative of a child’s wardrobe. These items were not unique, or original, by any means. Having put on traditional children’s clothes I then moved onto adorning myself with …

8 Weeks, Aiyana Beck

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I get to his office tired. My prefect dark ringlet curls dripping wet from the rain. I start to his office not paying attention to the fact that his secretary is trying to stop me.

“Miss Brown,” his secretary is saying, “he is on a conference call right now. If you wait I can let him know you are here.”

“I don’t have time to wait David.”

“Miss Brown,” he shouts at me, but I am already at the door to Joe’s office.

As I walk in, I swallow hard.

“So we are going to build this building in stages,” …