Damaged Thinker #20 Drive the moon down, past knowledge & beneath the cables sewn up from the orchards I’ve never seen, where the artists make their deals, where they long to tease the diamond tethers that dance the firmament, gather the beauty into the essence of silence. I heard none of the explosion, because I was taken by a neck that won’t move. I fell face-first. I felt cheated by the placement of the dynamite. If I fell back, I could have had the sky.
Entering Heaven Will Be Like For Max Denbo
robbing that place on Wilshire, it is still early in the morning as we make our get-away, stash the car, change our shirts, step into the dewy grass and California sunshine, all the jewels in our pockets bulging, we gaze and act like nothing has happened and wonder what we’ll do the rest of the day. ~ Mark Jackley
~ Darren C. Demaree
Quiet Carefully I can remember that it was my father who carried my former selves away with his existence. Might I have reclaimed them had I taken the long swim out? (I cannot say) Instead, I chose, quite carefully, to remain afloat, atop this peacefully drifting recollection, as the sun set softly over the Caribbean. ~ Eugene Goldin
Summer 2014 Volume 2, Issue 2
A compilation of the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Volumes 1 and 2 (2013-2014)