Volume 5 Number 2
|It's interesting that Teresa Tunaley chose a fallen angel for the Spring cover. The theme of rebirth juxtaposed with that of exile carries with it questions about contradictions in our thinking and poles of experience. It seems to perfectly represent this issue and the contributions of the various writers within.|
Spring is shaping up to be an issue of themes. Overall, there's a sense of breaking out, of Whitman's desire to sail and sail and sail. Whatever it may be. The constant ringing of bullets through the world. The constant drone of the mundane and the contrived. Somehow the season seems an invitation to leave the steady unendurable land. As always, authors have sounded the clarion call to do what poetry commands of our hearts. Read on, then, and see if you can't hear it.
People of the Islands by Mary Pat Mann
Mary Pat Mann has done it again. An excellent complement to her essay on Mermaids, this fictional piece is an essay on resistance, escape, and rebuilding. Quite fitting for the times.
God Helps Those by Mark Allen Gunnells
Overcommitment is the bane of writers, of editors, and of a whole lot us - even if we're simply overcommitted to our jobs. All that heroic work on weekends and after hours - but is heroism all it's cracked up to be?
Party Time by Andrew Bell
This editor has been painting cabinets for two days - another kind of commitment. It seemed like a wonderful opportunity, but sometimes the idea of it is more appealing than the grind. If you could subcontract your life, would you? Oh for a doppelganger, or a nice, ambitious intern!
Go Home by Sara Genge
What if you're stuck with your job? No delegating, not really even half committed -- it's just not for you. Do what we all do, sooner or later . . .
God by Stewart Sternberg
Like it or not, pretty sentiment or not, the fact is that childhood is about grief. Not entirely, but partly enough. And where you find grief, you find God since He, like no one else, is acquainted with sorrows.
One for Sorrow by Angie Smibert
Grief and love are intertwined. They fly or fall, one with the other.
The Weight of Things Forgotten by Gerri Leen
Would you choose to forget your pain? One needn't ask if you actually have pain. If you don't, you haven't lived long enough to be reading this anyway. If you could let it drain out of you like a slow trickle of water, would you? Or do you need it? Imagine if you had an eidetic memory - would that be a blessing or a curse?
Bast by Jillian Boand
Sometimes it's not our pain we want to forget, nor our work that we want to delegate; it's our dreams.
Mr. Breslaw’s Parting Shot by Emily M.Z. Carlyle
If the past can be forgotten, can the future be remembered? Sometimes it's so easy to see the future - the future of a person - that, if you do it in front of people, they get offended, as though their privacy has been violated. "Character is destiny," said Heraclitus. But be careful about predicting out loud, unless you're pretty sure of your own future as well, and that the news will be good news.
Olympus 2006 by Sarah Frost Mellor
What if you remembered things that no one else could? Or maybe just one other person could remember. That would be the one you'd share the rest of your life with, because that would be a life no one else could possibly share.
Philia and Phobe by John Young
Maybe that's the one. The one that gives you that inescapable feeling that pleasure is anything at all if you're together. The one to whom you've never spoken. But, of course, you could ruin it.
Whistle Like a Clanger by Bill West
Fascination can be a whimsical ride, though. It can make you dance like a marionette or . . .
Selkie Love by Donna Quattrone
Uniting yourself to another - you learn this quickly - is always a loss as well as a gain. People who don't expect this, and plan on it, don't stay committed. It's a way the young seldom know, and fewer and fewer learn. It's the old way, and it sings.
Birth of Venus by N.C. Whitehead
The gods have been popular this season but, if they were again born among us, how would they fare? Would they find the same reverence they once knew, or would we leer at them?
What would the old things look like, if they awoke among us: Bestial? Fey? Or would we find many faces? Two springs ago we published a triplet of poems from Mary Pat Mann. This Spring, it's Elizabeth Barrette who gives us a trio of poems surveying the fantastic and the omnipresent.
People of the Islands
God Helps Those
One for Sorrow
The Weight of Things Forgotten
Mr. Breslaw’s Parting Shot
Philia and Phobe
Whistle Like a Clanger
Birth of Venus
Poetry Special Feature
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