Monday, September 29, 2014

A Parent's Advice

 The English Version
I don't hold with bilingualism. English was good enough for Jesus Christ.
  - Ralph Melnyk
If God wanted you to read
the Ten Commandments
in Spanish, father said, don't
you think He would have written
them in that language? Then why
are you studying a foreign language?
He chose to write them in English,
according to Hollywood, and they're
never wrong about matters like this.
The film companies have big lawyers
representing them. They don't make
a move without getting advice first
from their lawyers. Jesus Christ also
speaks in English. In the old days He
used to speak in Latin, but that caused
church goers to stay away. Why pray
to God, if you have to get your prayer
translated first? That involves middlemen.
That's why you should be so happy
you were born a Jew. Because bad
things were said about us as a people
no one wants to be our middleman,
step between us, because
his back will be exposed.


The Future is Nebulous

Why should we do anything for posterity? What has posterity ever done for us?
  - Joseph Addison
Why should I care, father said,
for the future? What has the future
done for me, except kept me waiting?
The future is always tomorrow,
and yet it never comes. It's like
the horizon, you never get there.
You can't sneak up on it. I'm
a prisoner of time. Maybe,
I'm being selfish, but I find
if I take care of the present,
then the future takes care of itself.
The future is more yours than mine.
You're younger. Therefore, you
have a better chance of seeing it
at work. By the time the future arrives,
I'll be dead. That's why I hang on
to the past as long as I can. You
see this hat. I've been wearing it
the last twenty years. Will I be
wearing it the next twenty? I
doubt it. I'll probably misplace it.
The mind plays tricks on you.
You think it's operating at
one hundred percent capacity.
But it gets as old as the body.

 

in Volume 3 Issue 1 

Buy a Copy

Return to the Online TOC

Monday, September 22, 2014

More Emily

I Heard a Ringtone
with apologies to ED
I heard a ringtone—when I died
Aunt Sue was calling Mom.
My brother Tom was texting Sis
"Come qkly to the rm."

Sis texted back, then shed a tear
and searched boneyards.com
to find my final resting place
somewhere not far from town.

I willed my iPad, Kindle, phone
and laptop to my kid—
unfriended all my Facebook pals
made my last eBay bid,

Just then the bedside monitor
began to beep so loud
and Windows failed, but not before
it saved me—to the cloud.
by Patrick Cook
in Volume 3 Issue 1

Buy a Copy

Return to the Online TOC

Monday, September 15, 2014

Fight off the fall chill

Dickinson 249.2
with apologies to Emily
Flannel sheets—Flannel sheets!
I'll sleep on Thee!
Your high thread count
Such luxury!

Futile—the winds—
That Blow in the Dark—
Abandon cold Percale
For your gentle Warmth!

Sleeping in Eden—
I Dream of warm Seas!
The frost will not touch me
Caressed by Thee!

by Marianne Gambaro
in Volume 3 Issue 1

Buy a Copy

Return to the Online TOC

Monday, August 25, 2014

Thirsty?

The Deserted Amusement
with a nod to William Carlos Williams
Forgetting is a kind
        of choice, although
                it occurs in the dimness
of an aniline past.
        It is like standing interjurisdictional
                between Juarez
and El Paso, two choices
        with a third,
               the water below.
Flossie is on one side,
        floozies the other.
                That which we were meant
to suffer we already have, and those miseries
       have been witnessed
               by the vulgar moon
as was the crooked flower
        which calls this climate
               its own.
If a man chooses according to his need,
        he will not choose.
                Rather he will sit
mid-bridge
        with a margarita and think
                of music, of home, saddening New Jersey.

by Jerry Bradley
in Volume 3 Issue 1

Buy a Copy

Return to the Online TOC

Monday, August 18, 2014

Not our kind of school

Now Scheduling Shadow Days
Sign at Luther North High School
If your days are simply too cheery and bright;
if you're coddling a sunburn;
if you crave a vestige of your self;
if your naked hands yearn
to give themselves over to puppet art;
if you've a mind to discover
what evil lurks in the hearts of men;
if you long to loaf, loiter, or lie in wait;
if you wish to trail on the sly;
if you've a need for cool comfort;
if you love the 5 o'clock hour;
if you dream of a constant companion;
if you've an ambition to be your own sundial;
if you want a respite from clarity,
we can pencil you in.
by Yvonne Zipter
in Volume 3 Issue 1

Buy a Copy

Return to the Online TOC