Jasper, IN, Cincinnati, OH, and Levittown, PA…summer 2014 issue…Imagine that, Jasper and Cincinnati and Levittown!
There
are writers and poets who craft intriguing stories and verses that find a
vacant space in our brain; crawl in oh so quietly; just sit there…without sound
or movement …enabling us to feel our latent reactions; shape argumentative opinions,
and wish we could hear more words from them.
Austin shares,
He could nearly
feel himself flying, as if he would look down and see the tips of his sneakers
levitating from the pavement. Heart on
flight in his boney chest, excitement oh-so riveting, unlike anything he had
ever felt before.
Here
is a sampling from Joyce Miller’s poem, “CONFESSION:”
Linear, standing behind, in front of them.
to go in you take the vacated
spot on the kneeler in the draped cubical.
where the kneeler is, a person
with a face reacting in public
to what you say, is shaking
his head.
We shared three stanzas; you will have to wait to read the fourth and final one,
as well as her other two poems in Vol. 4, No. 2 – the summer issue.
Let the
land open in a field of spring,
lotuses, tulips, daisies, and irises
compose a picture of serenity.
The soft-spoken are heard outside their shells.
A window leads to another world of sound and sight.
Like Buddha, compassion is all that’s left.
Nature survives amongst the heavens.
Radiance vibrates throughout everything we see,
like a beauty its rawness, a truth in all of us.
The summer issue is coming with the rest of DeLuca’s ‘Pure Bliss.”
Morgan, Miller, and DeLuca are worth waiting for…Jasper, Cincinnati and Levittown are waiting with you. I magine that!!!
Here
is [Jasper’s] Austin Morgan’s short story excerpt taken from “Julie Templeton
and the Automatic Orchestra,” followed by a snippet from [Cincinnati ’s] Joyce Miller’s poetry and closing out with an excerpt from [Levittown's] Olivia Lin Deluca's
"Pure Bliss." Enjoy!
"Pure Bliss." Enjoy!
Maybe
it had been the sunrise that he had just witnessed from the top of those
bleachers. The horizon exploding into a
haze of colors, lifetimes…a day all its own, if only to last a few moments.
Maybe
it had been the shocks of excitement that Andre’s thin body seemed to be coursed
with, as if his nerves were alive and dancing the Bossanova beneath his tanned
summer flesh.
No,
it was none of these things.
It
was a she.
He
knew her name.
And
it was, as it always had been…
….Julie Templeton
***
You have
to wait your turn. Nobody can
See. It’s private.
But they know youLinear, standing behind, in front of them.
When the
circular door at the end
unseals
and it’s your turnto go in you take the vacated
spot on the kneeler in the draped cubical.
Outside
in the light with an ear
against
the cubical where the kneeler is, a person
with a face reacting in public
to what you say, is shaking
his head.
***
Here
is the first three stanzas of Olivia Lin DeLuca’s poetic work,
“Pure Bliss:”
lotuses, tulips, daisies, and irises
compose a picture of serenity.
The soft-spoken are heard outside their shells.
A window leads to another world of sound and sight.
Like Buddha, compassion is all that’s left.
Nature survives amongst the heavens.
Radiance vibrates throughout everything we see,
like a beauty its rawness, a truth in all of us.
The summer issue is coming with the rest of DeLuca’s ‘Pure Bliss.”
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