Meet the Editors: Jess Hoops

Jess Hoops, a senior English and Philosophy double major, has been the Editor-in-Chief of Clark Writes since the end of her freshman year. She is also President of Clark’s English Honor Society, a writing consultant at Clark’s Writing Center, and an editorial consultant for a literary agency in New York City. Although Jess spends most of her time working with other people’s writing, she enjoys crafting the occasional poem and has placed 1st, 2nd, and 3rd in Clark’s annual Prentiss Cheney Hoyt Poetry Contest.

Her poem “Immortality” was inspired by the writing style and “tone of playful irreverence” frequently showcased in the work of Emily Dickinson. Jess describes the poem as “forcing a ton of legendary quests for immortality and conceptions of the afterlife into the same space so I could poke fun at them on equal terms, while still demonstrating my intense interest in them.” Read “Immortality” below.

 hourglass

Immortality

Jessica Hoops

 

How simple – how impossible
To turn the sands of Time –
The hourglass – Infinity
If placed upon its side

To blunt the blades of Atropos
All mortal fools desire
Late Summer feeds these fever dreams
‘Til Winter – bids retire

A few relapse those final hours
The ‘glass remains upright –
They are but moths bewitched by Flame
Their light dimmed – seeking Light

Others are blind – their whole lives through
And pay the ‘glass no mind –
Assured it is a bauble they
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Sisyphus Reimagined

Sisyphus is no longer the King of Ephyra. After being condemned by the Gods for his trickery and deceitfulness, he is banished for his hubris. As punishment, Sisyphus is made to push a large boulder to the top of a hill. Once the boulder reaches the hill’s peak it rolls back down under its own weight. Complete this task once? Manageable, maybe. Complete this task for all of eternity? Not so much.

The myth of Sisyphus is a harsh reminder that times can be trying and seemingly endless. In his poem “Sisyphus,” Elmaola breaks off from this traditional trope, and instead seeks out the good that is hidden in Sisyphus’ task. “For it is only when I fail that I am free,” Elmaola writes. Elmaola’s visceral imagery and use of the first person give the reader front row seats for this great piece. Read “Sisyphus” below.

Sisyphus

Mohamed Elmaola

This massive stone
Leaves my palms dried like palm leaves.
So calloused and jagged.

My heels seek inertia.
Gasping for secure dirt like a javelin toss.
Leg fibers long for lasting fortitude.

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