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Opening Words
Reviews
Submissions
New Works
Closing Words
Welcome
to the 12th issue of this ezine. The weather is turning nice.
Its now time to turn off the computer, get out and enjoy the sun.
Grab the bike, find a trail and get out. Enjoy the fresh air.
Wear the hat and experience the light of the sun, rather then the glow
of cathode ray. Take your notebook out; allow nature to stimulate
your muses. Plan that holiday, if you can do so. Just
enjoy life.
I've been kept busy
with the refugees from Kosovo. Its a bit exhausting but worth it
when you realize your helping. I could sit down and tell some of
the stories, maybe I will. Not at this time, though.
With the first year
of "publishing" drawing to a close, it can be time for reflection.
Where have I gone, what have I done or learned. Well, my first bit
of learning is that this takes time. I don't think I appreciated
the work I would have to put into this zine. I take my hat off to
those who make paper zines. I mean with this its just a matter of
typing, copying and pasting- its all done by the computer. Those
people who make magazines and such, they are champions. The time
and effort must be incredible. I've also learned never to use the
"marlett" font. Its odd, on one screen its letter but in the web-browser
its symbols. Ah well, we live and learn don't we.
I want to thank all
the people who have sent words of support and encouragement over the year.
Thanks for your warm thought and comments. All have been taken and
read carefully.
I should quit the maudlin
stuff and get to the rest of the zine.
Submissions
Charlotte Mair
Valerie Schwader
This
zine exists and thrives on the work of others. Trust me, I couldn't
produce this each month if it wasn't for people willing to allow their
thoughts and writings to be printed. I always hope for a mixture
of old favourites and new writers, willing to take this step.
Our first submitter is Charlotte Mair. Her poem is entitled "Cry
for the World". Read the pain of the world. I've also included
a her bio.. She is producing a new book of poetry. As I receive
information, I will pass it on to you.
Cry
for the refugees of Kosovo
For
the children of India - - shed a tear
Weep
for the internment of the Japanese
For
the hunger, the pestilence
The
fear
and
cruelties of humanity
towards
humanity
Tear
my heart out!
The
cleansing of the Jews
The
hatred of a colour - - the African
Irish
folk who fathomed more than stormy seas
Tears
flow freely for Poland's orphans
Flood
victims of Chile,
I
weep 10,000 tears
Railroad
tracks rusted in China's blood, sweat and tears
All
these cruelties
Tear
my heart out!
The
lady of the night, caught in her unwanted vise
A
lonely bag lady - - pushing her basket of vacant dreams
While
abused children cry out in vein
And
I cry out in pain!
And
I will never understand
So-called
human beings of this earth
As
I march to the beat of my own private heart
With
each step of my life
Trying
to change what I can
Then
- - I cry for the sake of my fellow man
I am a
former singer-musician, born, raised and residing on the lower
mainland
of British Columbia. During a two year period I have written
7
children's stories and over 150 poems, earning 7 Honourable Mentions,
two recordings
and 17 publishings in various Anthologies and Websites across
United States , Canada and
United
Kingdom.
I am
also a member of the Canadian Poetry Association.
Charlotte Mair
The next work is from Valerie Schwader. If you subscribe to Cjack, you know the effort she makes in her writing and her willingness to make space available for us to have our work published. If you want more information, write her at:
I
feel you
faraway
from my shore,
marooned
as it were
on
a rocky isle against
which
the angry surf
crashes
but can not touch
you
just
as I
can
not.
I
feel you
far
within
yourself
and
I can but see
a
wavering reflection
of
what was there
seemingly
eons ago.
you
balance
on your eye,
the
one inside
Introspection
places
you there
far
from
me.
Valerie K. Schwader
April 22 1999
Will there be any?
Will there be any
music to listen to
that will get my feet moving?
Will there be any
food that I can share
with my company?
Will there be any
gossip that I can
whisper into your ear?
Will there be any
night
that we can stay together?
I Hear you Speak
I hear you speak
and share your pain.
I wonder how things
could have gone so wrong
It only seemed
a few months ago
I watched you move
into your work
with enthusiasm.
Now
I wonder
where is your passion
where is your care
why are you now
tired and sick
and
sick and tired
Where is your passion
what sucked it out?
Music at Midnight
Moving the dial
at midnight
trying to find that one song
to help me forget
I'm not beside you.
Loud rock, banging on my ears
keeping me awake for the miles
I still have to travel.
Lounge music
cool jazz
reminds me too much
of the times
we are together....
No, no, no,
not the time for
maudlin
too easy at the time of night.
Keep going,
hit the seek button
maybe a game
will fill my ears
with noise.
Another issue has come to the end.
If anyone wants
to write a column of reviews, its open. Just send a copy of a review you
have done. There is no pay, this is a work of love after all.
Plus I'm usually flat broke. If you know of a poet who would like to have
their work printed, let them know about this little ezine. Next issue
is the "First Anniversary Issue"- wow, hard to believe, one full year.
If you have work, submit it, I want it to be the biggest and best issue
of them all. If you have letters, send letters. Want to disagree
with my "Star Wars" review, please do. I personally think "The Matrix"
was a far better movie. One of these days, I'm going to buy the soundtrack,
I just know it.
The music for
this zine- well, its been all over the place. I guess if I have one
inspiration it would be:
Pet shop Boys -"Discography".
A collection of their top ten tunes over the decade. I saw a video
of them in concert recently. They're one of those groups you either
love or hate.
As always, the works in this publication are copyright by the various authors. Respect their creativity. ©1999. Produced by Paul, from his computer- at home and sometime late at night at work.( don't tell anyone).
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