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October 1, 2015 - by Mr. Shay Tasaday, Editor in Chief

THIS ISSUE’S VERSE: Welcome to our latest issue, something for which we could never assiduously apologize enough. With influences as diverse as Richard Matt and David Sweat, Mr. Hal Sirowitz explores the relationship between the tyranny of intertextuality and Nicomachean Ethics, incorporating the City of Brotherly Love. By studying sign processes, signification, and communication, Ms. A.J. Huffman gifts us with a poem that allows one to view the world in context of a post-gender, socially mediated age and its arrival as one of the multitude of paradigms of zoo-based tech. Ever contemplative, Mr. Luke Moran questions the conditions of appearance of an image in the context of contemporary visual culture in which images, representations, and ideas normally function regarding human sexual identity and an uncomfortable need for mirrored ceilings. Similarly, Ms. Melanie Browne‘s work illustrates a historic breakthrough technically and compositionally, as well as being littered, much like the surface of Mars, with too many water-themed parks. What begins as triumph soon becomes corroded into a cacophony of hopelessness and futility when Mr. Claude Rancine sheds light on a post-moral landscape that embodies the failed moral sophistication of populist sitcoms. Ms. S. B. Klein sharply defines a stunning moment in literary tradition based strictly on a jaundiced cynicism, harkening back to a commentary on trends in modern self-absorption. And Ms. Amy Faith Ho, whose work explores the relationship between misandry and Mz. Andree the crossdresser, displays new variations generated from both constructed and deconstructed notion of immortality. Meanwhile, Ms. Chijin-Tùn Fou, perhaps the first alias used on this site, writes with admirable clarity and concision on a subject of extreme complexity, understood only by advanced cultures not just undiscovered but as yet unborne. And, finally, Ms. VQ Wallick‘s poem attempts to assail the broadest and most metaphysically significant questions of human existence, allowing his work to become a mirror into which readers do not merely look, but become a part.

PROSE: In Mr. Bernie Keating‘s latest work, wavering phenomena become reconfigured through studious and academic practice, the viewer is left with a clue to the limits of our multiverse. This entry’s quote from Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

PLUG: Our latest anthology is now available on Amazon.

7 Comments »

  1. Sam the Poetry Slam King — October 2, 2015 @ 1:42 am

    I am angry and sad. Just got off stage from a poetry slam and something really kind of bad happened. Someone brought their flatulent child to the cafe. During a very sensitive part of my performance, in which I yell out the word “soup” in 72 languages, the boy’s farts pierced the coffee shop. The audience started to rally against the mom and her child to be removed. I heard the busboy say, “Why, madam, would you bring a child like that to a poetry slam?” This is wrong. For her to bring her child to the slam was brave. You don’t know what her life is like. Imagine the Febreze bills. Perhaps she chose to no longer live in fear and refused to compromise the experience of her child. Maybe she sat near the bathroom on purpose. Her plan, as was everyone’s there, was to enjoy amazing one-of-a-kind slam poetry (here’s a link to my new book and to my YouTube page) and, at first in a wheeze and then in loud staccato bursts, her worst fears came true.

  2. DisneyGal — October 3, 2015 @ 2:45 pm

    Oh Sam, I am amazed, what a lovely understanding young poet you are!!! We commend you and hope others follow in your very supportive ways. No one knows the day to day struggles of parents of a flatulent child unless they are one themselves. Here’s a link to my YouTube page and my latest chapbook will be available in two years.

  3. JimHanks — October 3, 2015 @ 8:23 pm

    Hi folks. Wow, I’d love to agree but if I’d paid for high-priced tickets (which you have to for slam poetry, right?) and a flatulent child was tooting off, no matter if he was hitting the notes, it still might put me off going again.

  4. Elba Credenza — October 4, 2015 @ 10:07 pm

    WHAT AN ELITIST! Just because one poor child starts to bake air biscuits near you, you would take off and never return. Of all the rude comments!!

  5. Giada Flay — October 5, 2015 @ 12:11 am

    AGREED. I have a daughter and a granddaughter and three adopted babies from Nigeria, and all of them are flatulent. If we could afford to attend something as magnificent and life-changing as a poetry slam we would. If my granddaughter released the hounds excitedly during the show, as I’m sure she would, I would not care what the other paying people thought or felt. This is my cross to bear and I do so believing these children are a gift to the world. Unfair? Impolite? Rude? You, Jim Hanks, are an example of ignorance and intolerance. You are mean. Your meanness hurts my children. I’ve smelled it…I mean, heard it a gazillion times.

  6. JimHanks — October 6, 2015 @ 1:52 am

    Golly, I’m sorry, folks. But I feel that while there must be compassion and understanding in real life, a coffee shop should be a place of quiet, especially if someone wants to do a poetry slam. And if someone has a difficult time in that setting, well, maybe they shouldn’t be there. I don’t know. I’m just saying.

  7. Rhea Schenectady — October 6, 2015 @ 3:28 pm

    Seriously, Mr Hank, You must be a ‘Troll’, have you nothing better to do then to attack every post/message relating to the aforementioned article, Give people a break, No one needs your very narrow opinion on every post :D

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