Consider this, its the beverage of choice.  Coffee and creativity goes hand in hand.  Think about the coffeehouses of the 50's, with beatniks and other bohemians.  Before that, the salons of Paris, the London of the 1600's, where Samuel Johnson held court and developed the dictionary.
    Coffee, the lowly cup of java, is our legal stimulant that gets us up in the morning and keeps us going.  While most of you may consider it a necessity, the only thing that will keep you up at your place of employment, it can be the sentence at the end of the day.  It has like no other drink evolved considerably during the eighties and ninties.  It is served through a machine, at McDonald's and fancy places like Starbucks.  We make it, we drink it in mugs, plastic cups or even some really good china.  The words, 'non-fat froth', double-double has become part of the lexicon of everyday life.  We take it with fancy desserts or doughnuts.  This issue has as its theme coffee.  So as you read it, make a cup or mug and enjoy the poetry that has been contributed to this issue.

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Reviews

Endearing Records is an independent record label, located in the city of Winnipeg Manitoba.  What it produces is some very good and very interesting pop, art and experimental music.  You will probably not find many "Endearing" releases in your local record store, and that is a pity.  The company is run by Blair Purda and its really a one man operation.  The work load has been such that Blair is closing the company some time this year.  When this happens, it will be a loss.  In a recent issue of "Avant Garde", I listed the address of Endearing Record, if you don't get it, here it is: www.endearing.com.
    I'm giving this information to you to introduce you to another cd which was just released in January.  This disc is by Christine Fellows, and its entitled "2 Little Birds".  This is an incredible cd.  I would say, this shall be the best cd of the year.  I know you won't see Christine at the Grammy's or the Juno's, and this may be a statement regarding the state of modern music.
    The music is dark, haunting and brooding.  Everything about it is dark, the cover of the cd is dark, the contents are dark, even the cd is dark.  I wouldn't call it 'goth', but I would use the word 'gothic' to describe it.  I do mean 'gothic' in the classic sense.  It's the disc to read the Brontë's by.  The tone is brought about by the use of cello and viola and enhanced by the words.  There is even one spoken word segment.  It is a disc worth finding and keeping in your collection.

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  Douglas Coupland may be evolving into the Thomas Wolfe of Generation X.  As Wolfe coined 'the right stuff' and 'Master of the Universe', Coupland has given us 'Generation X' 'Microserf', 'McJobs' and other terms.
    His latest book, "Miss Wyoming" may be considered a contrast to "Girlfriend in a Coma".  While the latter was more of a sci-fi dytopia, Miss Wyoming may be considered a bit of a romantic comedy.  It deals with the lives of two people, a former child pagent winner, sit-com and B-movie actress, and a drugged out director/producer of action movies.  Their lives meet by accident when the actress' agent points out the director.  However, they have another tie-in Susan was a survivor of a horrendous crash, and during a coma, the director meets her.  The book contains flashbacks of their lives.  Susan's mother moved the family to Wyoming so that she could have a better chance in winning the state championship.  The book reveals the sleeze factor that is modern entertainment, and not just in Hollywood. If anything, it reveals the emptiness of life by focusing on the centre of vapidness, Hollywood.
    As I read the book, I began to wonder if the book isn't a continuation of a quest Douglas Coupland has been on.  He seems to be on a pilgrimage to find meaning to his and his generation's life.  While the idea of finding the meaning of life may be sneered at as some Gen-X whinning, if there is any generation that needs this quest, it must be this one.  Generation-X may have been conceived in the Age of Cynicism, but it exists in the age of Irony.  In fact this present age may be better characterized as the Age of Meta-Irony, where even the ironic is ironic.  He is seeking meaning, a quest that may have began with "Life after God".  He may have considered that meaning comes from sacrifice, ,which was the theme of "Girlfriend in a Coma".
    There is one line in the new book, the director looks into the eyes of Susan and sees fear.  Perhaps Douglas Coupland is holding up a giant mirror to our society and asking us to see the same fear.  If we do, then we must join his quest to find the meaning they have so far avoided.

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 Poems from the CoffeeHouse

 The stage is illuminated by a single spotlight.  We sit at small tables, a latte each between us.  We watch a figure move to the stage, a bongo starts beating and a voice speaks:

Fine Grinds

Coffee…
ahhh
hava java…
aroma
saturates nostrils
as I rest shopped out feet
I am devoid
of all ill thoughts
while enjoying
Starbucked deep contemplations of life
Many decisions
made or waylayed
at the coffee bar
over frappes
and lattes
I wonder if Chretien
is contemplating
‘Vive le Quebec Libre!’
right now
over café ole?

Charlotte Mair
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Black Coffee

Your wagging of despairing tongues
made Sartre go down like root beer floats.
Life was one big computer crash
and everyone on earth but you
took credit for infernal wars.
Clouds shut suns like roll-top desks.
The momentary glitch of joy,
in the form of your two little girls,
was hors d'ouevre too hard to resist,
so I put my head out to pasture and proceeded with our wedding vows.
The chrysalis, of course,
was a worm that showed its spots
soon enough.
Love was a corset applied
for sake of their eyes.
They would drink black coffee
soon enough.I wasn't about to be the one
who kicked the shins of innocence
with a loaded .45 you promised
you'd use if life and I refused
to unwrite wronged etched in stone.
This is why we didn't last.

     Coffee Rings
Coffee rings
on normal's menu,
no one orders
crippled stains.
I put pain in
an envelope--drop it off
like packages.
Cardboard corners
live with risk.
Golden rules
of feminine
have all been
broken by the dark.
A clearly noisy
rumble strip
that traces
pastures of a tear--
aware how fast
that hay ignites--land mines on a conscious road

Turkish Proverb

The risk of romance
is playing pretty
hyper puppy fetch
with a cup
of steaming
something staining
on the verge
of a fall.
Passion's dove
in the straw
of a gilded cage
you've redecorated
and reformed as forests ripe
with waterfalls
and other shrouds
of very unexpected lace.
    by Janet I. Buck

Janet Buck has a Ph.D. in English and teaches writing and literature atthe
college level. Her poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in A Writer's
Choice, The Melic Review, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Kimera, The Rose &Thorn, 2River View, Southern Ocean Review, Urban Spaghetti, Perihelion, MindFire, San Francisco Salvo, Apples & Oranges, Ceteris Paribus, In Motion,Pogonip, Peshekee Review, Thunder Sandwich, The Suisun Valley Review, The RedBooth Review, The Poetry Kit, Miserere, Niederngasse, Lynx: Poetry from Bath,The Horsethief's Journal, salon D'Art, Pif, The Dragonfly Review,Morpo, Recursive Angel, Big Bridge, and hundreds of journals world-wide.  In 1998 and 1999, she has won numerous creative writing awards and has been a featured poet for Seeker Magazine, Poetry Today Online, Vortex,Conspire, Poetry Cafe, Dead Letters, the storyteller, Poetry Heaven, Athens CityTimes, Poetik License, 3:00 AM e-zine, Poetry Super Highway, Carved in Sand,and Beach fire Gathering--a publication of Chiron Press.  Two of Buckss poems have been nominated for this year's Pushcart Prize in Poetry and she is a recent recipient of The H.G. Wells Award for Literary Excellence.In December 1999, Newton's Baby Press released her first print collection of poetry entitled Calamity's Quilt:http://www.newtonsbaby.com/calamity.html
Janet is one of ten poets to be featured at the "One Heart, OneWorld" Exhibit at the United Nations Exhibit Hall in New York City in April,2000.  Her poem "Acrylic Thighs" will be translated into five languagesand paired with original artwork.  The tour will travel to France, Australia,Vietnam, Brazil, and Japan. Janet's first e-book of poetry, entitled Reefs We Live, is now available at Word Wrangler Publishing: http://www.wordwrangler.com.  In April 2000,Word Wrangler will release Buck's first e-book of humor entitled Desideratus Doggie Dish.  It contains what critics have called a "biting,hilarious, and original look at the roles of men and women, the foibles of bureaucracy, and the hubris of academia."

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Evening Dessert at the Cafe




                    We entered, standing
                    elbow to elbow in inert crowds.
                    Waited for our feet to bully forward,
                    the dance was paced to
                    graceful existence.

                    Superficially, we dipped
                    into the surface of opinion
                    using obese questions
                    and amusing anecdotes.
                    Striding meticulously through
                    avenues of discussion,
                    occasionally pausing to pluck
                    the flowering humor at our side.

                    The vibrant laughter
                    jollied up behind the legs
                    of exotic waitresses
                       (urging one another to go beyond
                        the limits of human compassion).
                    holding onto their self-respect
                    for its intoxicating effect.

                    Gray matter laughed loudest
                    but the heart, ignoring the tickle,
                    rhythmically rubbed humor around in circles
                    until conversation held brief breaths of madness
                    to keep the innocents perplexed.

                    One after one,
                    we stepped outside
                    alone,
                    into the waiting arms
                    of existential trouble.

  In the city, one of the most popular night time cafes is called
"Death by Chocolate".  They serve desserts made from ice-cream and
cake that are molded in the shape of movie stars or exotic themes.
The menu has a photograph of each dessert so that patrons may truly
appreciate the artistry that goes into every creation.
 

Glen Wheeler
Copyright 1994, 1999, 2000  Vancouver
http://www.greyowltutor.com/poems.html
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and Other Places

there are other places and others thoughts that are expressed through our poems.  Here are some contributors who go beyond the coffeehouse stage:

I drank so hard the bottle ached,
my heart exposed and bleeding.
I dropped so low in my regard
my thoughts were merely fleeting.
I went to pieces amidst the haze
of alcohol and smoke,
I thought for certain I was dead
no emotions to evoke.
Then, I heard a puny scratching
at the bottom of my mind,
a noise so slight I wasn't sure
what I might possibly find.
I quashed the din and listened closely,
to what it had to say,
when to my blurred amazement
a tiny voice said, Hey!
What do you think you're doing,
giving up and caving in?
Is life so unbearable,
your skin translucent thin?
To blame the world that's fractured, less
your own involvement,
is nothing more than cowardess
for one who seeks contentment
I set my drink and smoke aside
and thought a moment longer...
am I weak and diffident
or possibly much stronger?
Might I have a second wind
inside my body willing
something I could call on
to stop the self from killing.
To rise once more than I fall down.
To make a final push,
at being something more than this,
a lost and lonely lush?


Cindy Higby
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TEQUILA MOCKINGBIRD
& this
after eighteen years with you
I dream about my first wife's slow dying.
It had something to do
with a Koori family, Tony Blair.
I felt limited, boring
as I rubbed
catmint & passionflower balm on her brow
to fix her in this life -
like a stamp in my album.
  Just yesterday
  I saw a woman on a mobile phone
  being told her love was all over.
  The cruelty of that blunt wooden message
  delivered by air
  in a lunch-time shopping mall.
Because the truth of our days is
eroding wind & water.
There is nothing more rare or mundane
than a life entwined. We walk forever
on the verge of that threatening new.
 

                                    Les Wicks
                                    3/105 Ebley St
                                    Bondi Junction 2022
NSW Australia

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Forgive the Hollow beings because they don't know
& the gutters shall be filled
with all the gentle calves
and the souls of rotten man
that never fill all the right ways
& so letting go
is the answer for you too
so come skip along
into the waves of letting go of prophecy
& no one will ever be
safely delivered from all of our hands
& so pathways
are corpses setting by
waiting for the rot to come in
pray, beg, plead to survive
ask for a little more time
because the darkness is coming
light doesn't last forever

Justin Lynch
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