February 2007





Fiction:

Morph to Pickerel
by Molly Lea

Storming the Lone Star-chapter 7 (military fiction)
by Devil

Timeless
by Sean Weatherly




Nonfiction:

Types of Publishing
by Samantha Viles




Poetry:

"All I Know About Love"
by T K Brown


Everything I know about love
I had to learn from pain
Everything I had to go through
To gain that knowledge Id go thru again

A child's love is unconditional
And a petal love you with all they have
But a lover's paradise will take all you
Can give plus more than you ever had

Yeah, all I know about love
I had to learn from pain
I had to climb up a stalk of thorns
For the rose was more than worth the gain

You might like some fancy desserts
Or the spectacle of an elaborate concert
But once real love's settled down on you
Theres no way you won't be an instant convert

Even though all I know about love
I had to learn from pain
That loving was so full so satisfying
Id gladly go thru that awful pain again

Copyrighted 2006 Timothy Brown

"I Picked a Rose Today"
by Ricardo Chavez


I picked a Rose today and it reminded me of you,
The Rose, with its sweet aroma and vibrant hue
Its ripe green stem and its soft red petals
So red in color like the lips of angels
And yet there are two sides of the tale to this Rose
With its sharp thorns piercing my heart like a guided arrow
Its thorns cutting my hands as I clasp it
And leaving behind scars as reminders of torment
And at this I must let the Rose fall to the ground
For it is clear that my love was not abound
As the Rose is buried again into the earth
For it to bloom again and find another love in rebirth.

"Undreamed"
by Majda Junicic


I dreamt you
I was a drop on your brow that was a cloud
It started raining
I died on your lips
When Ive waken up
I realized why I like kisses

"Hiding Place"
by Samantha Viles


Spring breezes
Whispering through the
Trees.
Ripples on the water
As the breeze scoots
Across.
The delicate willow
Waves its secret semaphore
To its neighboring kin.
A gaggle of baby geese
Splashing a little
Color on the murky
Pond.
Even here age has
Touched nature.
Mature trees in recline
Where strong winds and
Time have left them.
This place is my
Inspiration. My
Hiding place.

"Fremantice"
by Igor Nenadic


In the midnight pale and inaudible light
On the decrepitude wall, silhouettes of shadows still appear...
Whom am I waiting for?
Surreal illusion of myself
Shows me the way...
Again.
Small boy, wept in tears, scared.
I feel-quietly whispered...
He is still here...

*This poem is in memory of Igor who took his life a short time after submitting the work to us. His work lives on.



Art:

Blue Sky
by Sarah Lambrecht

The Two Ladies
by Jeremiah Stansbury




Music:

"Suite Dana Blue"
by A. F. "Sam" Campnest

I often find myself caught inside a dream,
One of you and me and another time.
Then I think back to how it might have been,
Had I the luck to win and youd be mine.

(Chorus)
Don't you know I think about you forever,
And forever's such an awfully long time.
When you think how long's forever,
That's when you begin to start to lose your mind.

To watch you sunning on a friend's rubber raft,
Well the use of such a craft, just rings a bell.
A proper allusion might be too hard to find,
But the thought that comes to mind is Venus on a shell.

(Repeat Chorus and various instrumental solos)

Do you remember the Halloween party that was such a trip,
With a machinegun on my hip I played my role.
And then you entered as a French dancer on parade,
Or was it a Jest



"I Can't Take It No More"
by A. F. "Sam" Campnest

Well it's usually fourteen hours when I get home from work at night.
And, the first thing that always happens is we end up in some kind of fight.
The refrigerator's empty, and there's nothing on the table.
The kids are always screaming, and it's not because you're able.

Well I can't take it no more.
No, I can't take it no more.

Well your best friend she's been saying something just don't seem right.
Cigarette butts in the ashtray when I get home at night.
(And I don't even smoke)
The bank account is empty, but you buy a Mercedes-Benz.
The house is up in shambles, yet you party with your friends.

Well, I can't take it no more.
No, I can't take it no more.

(Various instrumental solos)

As I walked into the party, you were hanging off of somebody else.
So I went into the study and picked the gun off of the shelf.
You were not surprised, as I looked into your eyes,
Cocked back the hammer and said between the sighs,

Well, I won't take it no more.
No I won't take it no more.

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